John (S) Cooper --a.k.a. Jack (on the left-Loal Hendricks on the right), was a “teamster.” This meant he could handle six big horses as they pulled a heavy wagon over dirt roads for many miles. The job took him to Twin Falls, Idaho where he hauled freight for his future father-in-law, Juel Hendricks. Hendricks was using his teams and wagons to bring freight to Twin Falls from Shoshone where the Union Pacific Railroad made a stop.
Two of Hendricks’ sons, Loal and William (better known as Ace), also drove teams. The wagons were loaded at the train station in Shoshone and traveled the thirty miles south to the city of Twin Falls, Idaho which is built near the edge of the vertical canyon of the Snake River. The only way to cross at that time was by a single lane track that switch-backed down the side of the canyon wall.
The road then crossed the canyon floor to a ferry on the river.
When Jack and his friends' wagons reached the bottom of the canyon they would race to see who could get to the ferry for the first ride across. Once across the river they drove their wagons up a narrow dug-way that was built into the lava rock walls of the south side.
took them all day to go from Shoshone, then down into the canyon to cross
the Snake River by ferry. When they were finally on the south side of the river
they camped for the night. The next day
they traveled the last few miles up the other side and into the town of Twin
to Jack’s son, Lindell, (my dad) at one point the south side road passed under
the waterfall of the Perrine Coulee which dropped over the rim.
I found this photo of a freight road going down into the canyon to a ferry which crossed the river but this one was farther downriver toward Buhl and connected the Boise area to a stop on the Transcontinental Railroad at Kelton, Utah.
If the road passed under Perrine Coulee it had to be near there. I remember my dad, taking me down into the canyon to the Blue Lakes Ranch where we crossed the river and went to the south side of the canyon to see the waterfall as it dropped over the canyon rim.
I checked Google Street View. Those guys go everywhere!
The road, now called the Blue Lakes Grade, is still very narrow but at least it is paved. The sign on the right says, “Caution, yield to uphill traffic.” Note how deep and steep this part of the canyon is and now imagine driving it in a loaded wooden freight wagon behind six big horses on a road which at that time would have been just be a rocky trail.
At the bottom of the canyon is a campground. But I don’t think Jack, Loal and Ace had picnic tables and a bathroom when they stayed in this area overnight.
Now a bridge takes traffic across the river where the road starts the steep climb up the south side. The Perrine Coulee Waterfall can be seen on the upper right of this photo.
More switchbacks and now the Perrine Bridge can be seen a few miles upriver to the east. The bridge was built in 1927 and was the way my family reached the city of Twin Falls where we traveled for shopping from our farm in Dietrich, Idaho. This bridge was replaced in 1976 by a four-lane bridge.
Talk about hairpin turns! Even the Google Street View people must have had second thoughts.
This road doesn’t go right under the falls and I think the water has eroded the canyon back some since Jack drove the canyon in his freight wagon.
But there is a hiking trail which can be taken to a view under the falls.
The road takes a traveler up the vertical rock canyon wall to the rim which is a few miles from the city of Twin Falls, Idaho.
Here’s a photo I found of a stage coach stopped near the waterfall. Our pioneer ancestors knew how to travel in style.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Our final (optional) prompt! In some past years, I’ve challenged you to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns. For, just as the swallows come back to Capistrano each year, NaPoWriMo will ride again!
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet. Sing high your praises and tell the tale of Kitty McFluffleface’s ascension of Mt. Couch. Let us hear how your intrepid doggo bravely answers the call to adventure whenever the leash jingles.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Today’s (optional)
prompt is brought to us by the Emily Dickinson Museum. First, read this brief reminiscence: Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her
aunt Emily’s cozy room, scented with hyacinths and a crackling stove, warmly
recalls the setting decades later. Describe a bedroom from your
past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year 2020.
Aunt Ellen’s Carrot Cake
She used carrots fresh from the garden.
She would have scorned baby carrots.
Aunt Ellen was my husband’s mother’s half-sister.
She was an experienced cook from Blanding, Utah.
Her Carrot Cake Recipe is a treasure.
The simplicity of preparation,
And the familiar ingredients,
Put the creation of this fine dessert
Within reach of even the inexperienced.
Don’t reject the simple storyline
And the stained 3x5 card.
The writing gets to the point without rambling.
The addition of raisins and walnuts
Was not an unexpected plot twist.
In fact, they were necessary for the final result.
Aunt Ellen’s Carrot cake will not disappoint.
Spoiler Alert—The Actual Recipe copied from her own stained 3x5 card follows:
AUNT ELLEN’S CARROT CAKE
In a large mixing bowl cream together:
1 ½ cups shortening (part can be soft butter)
2 cups white or brown sugar
4 eggs, one at a time
Peel and grate enough carrots to yield 3 cups
Add and mix well.
Sift together and add:
2 ¼ cups all-purpose flour
1 ½ teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons cinnamon.
1 cup chopped walnuts
1 cup raisins
Pour the batter into a greased and floured 13x9 baking pan
Bake 45 minutes to 1 hour at 350 degrees (Fahrenheit)
Note: A cream cheese frosting is traditional but this cake is so rich and moist, it is not necessary.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Engage with different languages and cultures through the lens of proverbs and idiomatic phrases. Many different cultures have proverbs or phrases that have largely the same meaning, but are expressed in different ways. Find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem.
Looking for Silver Linings
The Czech said, “No need to walk around the porridge.”
“Yes,” said the Frenchman, “The carrots are cooked.”
“But there’s no need to make a bull out of a fly,” warned the Finn.
“You’re right,” agreed the man from Japan. “Even monkeys fall from trees.”
“Still, not all donuts come with a hole,” warned the Italian.
“Well” Said the Swede, “There’s no cow on the ice.”
“Yeah, no need to cry over spilt milk,” sighed the Yank.
“We may be going bananas but there’s gotta be a light at the end of the tunnel.”
“Yes,” agreed the German, “everything has an end, only the sausage has two.”
“I’m not so sure,” said the Japanese.
“If you speak of tomorrow, the rats in the ceiling will laugh.”
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Find a poem in a language that you don’t know, and perform a “homophonic translation” on it. What does that mean? Well, it means to try to translate the poem simply based on how it sounds.
Here's my phonic translation of Heimliche Stunde by Joachim Ringelnatz--as far as I can tell it has something to do with ghostly dreams.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: (using a prompt from 2017) Write a poem that recounts a creation myth. It doesn’t have to be an existing creation myth, or even recount how all of creation came to be. It could be, for example, your own take on the creation of ball-point pens, or the discovery of knitting. Your myth can be as big or small as you would like, as serious or silly as you make it.
Mysticetes Many, many years ago When things were not like they are now The hippos lived a lovely life Eating grapes and pomelos.
They played along the river’s edge Because they feared the water deep. All hippos swam in muddy ponds Except the two they called the freaks.
Those two dove and swam so much Their nose holes moved up on their heads. They lost the legs they had in back And grew flappy tails instead.
They swam so far they found the sea.
They learned to sing a lonely wail. And over time they grew so big That both of them became a whale.
NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Try to recreate the sounds and timing of a pop ballad, a jazz improvisation, or a Bach fugue. That could mean incorporating refrains, neologisms and flights of whimsy, or repeating/inverting lines or ideas – whatever your chosen musical form would seem to require!
And Further More—Get Off My Lawn!
I’ve said this so often that it prolee makes you sick;
Rap is just bad poetry somebody set to myoozick.
All these guys with chains and knives all tryna make a rhyme.
They’ve got no clue ‘bout meter or the rules set down by time.
They wouldn’t know a sonnet if it punched them in the face