Every once in a while, two paths cross: the past and the present.
I’ve been zigzagging across these paths for a while now and especially over the last few months. Following along the Pony Express Trail, passing old stations and land marks known and marked from history, sometimes the past isn’t so long ago.
On one trip this past spring, I came across the preserved cabin built by Porter Rockwell in Eureka, Utah. It stands outside, under a protective roof, like a proud trophy or monument to a remembered hero. While I stood admiring the work that must of been used in order to move and protect this old structure, several other passer-thru’s stopped to look as well. Ol’ Port still can draw them in!
I snagged a picture and touched the cabin. Although the oils of our hands didn’t mix, the act of touching something that someone who died nearly a hundred years before I was born had touched, made that person real and become a part of me.
- The Last Rider: The Final Days of the Pony Express (Graphic Flash Graphic Novels) book (ajxomele.wordpress.com)
- Pony Express O (perthscout.wordpress.com)