A professional horseman for over 40 years, Skook continues to work with horses. He is in an ongoing educational program, learning life's lessons from one of the world's greatest instructors, the horse. Skook has finished an historical novel that traces a mitochondrial line of DNA from 50,000 years ago to the present. It goes to the copyeditor next month.

14 Responses to “Three Island Crossing, A Lesson In Racial Harmony”

  1. 1


    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.

  2. 2


    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.

  3. 3



    Antics and r, thank you for the encouragement and taking the time to read the four thousand words.

    You can tell, there was a fairly shallow treatment of the main characters. I want to start with the construction of the wagon belonging to Sable and their original starting place in Somerset Kentucky. I lived on Conestoga Road outside of Philadelphia, where the Conestogas were primarily built. There were several collections of wagons and displays of the technology required to build the freighting wagons. I have worked in nearly every place mentioned and I know the different areas fairly well, especially along the Ohio in Kentucky. If they have a serious horse population, I have probably worked there.

    I love wagons and I like working with the oxen. I’ve been to several of the reenactments, but they are over forever. It’s regarded as too dangerous and everyone including the state wants you to have insurance for driving a team across a semi-wild fast river. It’s dangerous, sure enough, but I am used to rivers that will throw up a rock the size of a refrigerator now and then. I consider that to be dangerous water.

    Oil Guy from Alberta has seen those rivers, they will kill you quick if you play stupid with them. None the less, it is just the type of adventure I like to write about and will be developing a book on the whole deal. I will try to make an indirect social commentary to help lead people through this mess the Liberals are trying to create with racial strife and disharmony.

    Thanks again!

  4. 4



  5. 5

    Ken Moore

    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.

  6. 6



    Bees, when I was a small boy, adults said I would be big enough to take a switch to a bear. They said it so much I believed them and I was scared to death of the day when I would turned loose on a bear with just a switch; after all, there are some fairly big bears up North. I didn’t really get that big and eventually, I realized the adults were just kidding me. What a relief, but I will tell you, wading through those old stories and correcting, rewriting, and putting them into proper form is like taking a switch to a bear. It’s much safer, but it’s not something you want to do everyday.

    I am at the point where I need professional help, not the guys in white jackets with butterfly nets: the professional proofreader types. I am also trying to get together some cover art. Then I will be taking bids from printers and preparing a website to sell the books. I have enough material for at least five or six books, but it is a complicated procedure that must be precise and therefore takes time.

    It is moving forward and I am sure subsequent books will go faster and smoother. Thanks for asking, I am glad you like the story. Did you like reading about the Metis and Coureur de Bois, I have found them to be a lusty bunch.

    Their French forefathers must have had a real sense of humor giving their children names like Bonaparte, Napoleon, Marsielles, and Bastille. Most of the people I knew, thought those names were traditional native names from the old days. I didn’t argue the point.

  7. 7



    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.

  8. 8



    Ken, you can still walk the trail in the high desert where the plow has never cut the sod. The wagon tracks are still there several inches deep after 170 years. There must have been some particular dimension for the width from wheel to wheel, because they will probably still be there for at least another 170 years.

    If possible, you should take some time to see the tracks just South of the Snake and East of Glenn’s Ferry. You can drive to within a mile of the trail.

    The first time I saw the tracks, it was almost like a religious experience.

  9. 12

    James Raider

    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.

  10. 13


    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

  11. 14

    oil guy from Alberta

    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.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *