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Skookum with each piece you write, I marvel more at the effortless way you weave the story and make me care about the folks in your prose.

Thanks for writing and please keep it up.

Just wonderful. Can not wait for the rest. I have traveled some of the Oregon Trail and stopped to read the letters posted at the rest areas. I can not even imagine the hardships these people faced.

SKOOKUM, THIS IS A WOW, A WONDERFULL STORY OF BRAVERY, AND SURVIVAL, SO WELL MADE,
I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THE BOOK, SUPER
HOW DOES THE FIST BOOK DOING NOW BY THE WAY?

I just teared up admiring their courage in such hardship and their willingness to make something sweet of the little that they could preserve on the trek.

Skook, what a great idea for one of your books… tales written in a first person aspect, based on your reading. As usual, you take me to wonderful places in my imagination with your turn of a story.

Skook any help I can give, proof-reader wise, let me know! I would be glad to assist.

Skook,

Wonderful. You had me seeing through her eyes. Thank you for bringing us this gem..

Skook, . . . . just adding an additional harmonizing voice to your very supportive and growing choir here.

It no doubt provides you with invigorating encouragement, because the applause is coming from many very astute and talented fans who are regular visitors of Curt’s FA.

The above undertaking is brilliant, but more importantly, your masterful pen touches the heart and Soul beautifully, and unpanderingly, as you weave your story. I’m already a fan, as you know, but damn, I love this approach. Well done . . . . again.

Fine story telling Skook. Love the descriptions of the various characters.
As regards the surviving wheel ruts in the high desert; I remember hearing that the original rail gauge in England corresponds with the track of the roman wagons dating back to the time of Hadrian

Skookum is correct. I’ve seen the power of rivers in the Klondike. The early prospectors and/or miners were kind of nuts crossing these torrents of water. In the early spring, you stay out of coulees and flood plains if you value growing older and experiencing more of this beautiful country.
We lost over 300 yards of oil rig lease road from a flash flood of rain and snow melt. Half of the rig was moved, but the other half took over a month to arrive. The loads were too heavy for choppers and the natural gas company had rented the rig for drilling and not for rusting. Quite the gong show. Our old road was eventually swept away by the Sukunka River. That river had lots of power and of course, much debris. From the air, these rivers look like black ribbons. Proceed with caution.