A fort/stockade was established for fur traders in 1834 and called Fort William. It became Fort John in 1841. The US Army purchased it in 1884 from American Fur Company and it became Fort Laramie. Fort Laramie remained as an army post until 1890.
Right away George found his perfect ranch house. I couldn’t get him off the porch 🙂
The rooms are finished with original period pieces.
The big iron stove was close by for heating up the iron.
An old chamber pot on a bear skin rug. Question for the grandkids, what is a chamber pot 🙂
This cute little bunny came out as we were walking the grounds.
Gnarled bark of a huge cottonwood tree.
The state has restored many of the buildings, but some are left as is.
The land around the fort is beautiful. Rolling hills where the North Platte and Laramie rivers meet. The Laramie is a tributary of the North Platte.
I love this picture of the lone teepee.
Diane had to try out the old jail. The cells were very small and cramped. Imagine wearing those leg irons!
The armory was George’s favorite. He wanted to bring the Gatling gun home.
The old wagons were in great shape. The iron rims covering the wheels are what carved the deep ruts at the Oregon Trail Ruts. You can see why.
Open bay barracks for the troops. And lots of buckets in case of fire.
Memorial for the Pony Express Riders. It states 120 riders, 650,000 miles, only 1 killed by Indians and 1 mail lost. I’ve never checked these statistics but it seems amazing.
In 1852, Wyoming Territory’s first recorded school taught the children of officers at Fort Laramie. Soldiers were often asked to teach for 35 cents a day.
The old iron Army Bridge over the North Platte River.
This trading post is in the town of Fort Laramie and ran by Miss Marie and her husband. A very interesting place! She hand makes all of the items in the shop. We got the kids’ arrowhead necklaces there.
Historic Fort Laramie, Wyoming. Copy and paste URL:
We did a short side trip over to Scotts Bluff, Nebraska, before heading back to Guernsey. And now we know why the city is named as it is … this long bluff dominates the view. Founded in 1899, the bluff is a national park area and called Scotts Bluff National Monument. Talking to my mom recently I found out she had lived in Scotts Bluff as a child. My grandpa had work there as a truck driver.