The Prince’s Cabin?

Welcome Gypsy Souls! Let us travel back in time, to the days of early settlements, homesteads, and a race for religion and for the races. I visited the site of The Prince’s Cabin in Southeastern Washington on one of my trips. The Prince’s cabin is thought to be the oldest standing cabin in the state of Washington. It originally stood at a Cayuse wintering place just upstream of Marcus and Narcissa Whitman’s Presbyterian mission, two miles east of the Frenchtown Historic Site. Narcissa Whitman refers to its presence in a letter from January 1844, telling of the recent move by an immigrant family from the crowded mission building to “the Prince’s house up the river.” After the killing of the Whitmans in 1847, and during the ensuing war of 1855, the village site and the cabin were likely abandoned. In 1855, the Cayuse, Walla Walla, and Umatilla Indian Tribes signed a treaty ceding more than 6.4 million acres of what is now northeastern Oregon and southeastern Washington to the United States, including the Frenchtown area. Although the treaty was ratified by Congress in 1859, the last Cayuse were not forced off the land in this area until early 1861, when white settlers demanded their removal, threatening to hang hostages if they stayed. In the same year, Albert and Elizabeth Blanchard laid claim to the property where the cabin still stood. The Homestead Act of 1862 officially opened the land up for settlement, and the Blanchards filed their land patent in Vancouver, Washington in 1866. The land and cabin were acquired by the Smith family around 1888. While oral history indicates the cabin was moved from its original location “across water,” the first Government Land Office survey of the area in early 1860 notes a house on the precise spot where the cabin was located when Kriss and Robin Peterson purchased the property in 1990. It was Robin Peterson who recognized the cabin as a fur trade relic and began the process of researching its origins and construction. In 2013, his widow Kriss Peterson donated the cabin to the Frenchtown Historical Foundation, to be moved, restored, and interpreted at the historic site. The Cayuse name of the Prince was not recorded. “Prince” was often used in fur trade culture to refer to a headman or trading partner’s younger brother or son. The Prince was a younger brother of Hiyumtipin, headman at Pašx̣ápa (pronounced Pash-KA-pah), the Cayuse village just east of the Whitman Mission. It was Hiyumtipin who discovered the drowned body of young Alice Clarissa Whitman in the Walla Walla River in 1839. Hiyumtipin and the Prince were from the same extended family as Wilewmutkin (Old Joseph) and Wilewmutnin (Twisted Hair, who was Lewis and Clark’s Nez Perces Guide), as well as Young Chief (Tauitau), Looking Glass, Homlie, and others, all leaders in a regional indigenous political alliance. Around 1834, Looking Glass of the Nez Perces, Young Chief of the Cayuse, and the Prince became involved in a dispute with Pierre Chrysologue Pambrun of the Hudson’s Bay Company (HBC) over prices for furs and horses. They allegedly seized Pambrun and interpreter Jean Toupin, threw blankets over them and beat them severely. In response to this incident, the HBC cut off trade with those involved, blacklisting all three leaders and their families. When the three men returned to the HBC to seek reconciliation, Pambrun used “gift diplomacy” to resolve the conflict. Gift diplomacy was the common practice of offering gifts (typically European-style homes) in exchange for goods, horses, or promises of good behavior. It is documented that Pambrun built a cabin for Young Chief in or before 1840. In fact, and in part because of the Prince’s involvement in this conflict, we believe Pambrun built at least two cabins: one for Young Chief on the Umatilla River, and one for the Prince at Pášx̣apa. It is not known if Looking Glass received a cabin. Although there is no official record linking the Prince’s cabin to Pambrun, his connection to its construction is apparent through these and other pieces of evidence. The 1844 letter by Narcissa Whitman referencing “the Prince’s house up the river,” attests to the location and ownership of the Prince’s cabin. In addition, as discussed later, the cabin itself exhibits structural characteristics typical of the 1830s, and a level of construction skill specific to French-Canadian artisans of the time. The Prince’s notoriety as a Cayuse leader waned in the years following the attack. During a council with Indian Agent Elijah White in 1843, the Prince is reported to have said: “Perhaps you will say it is out of place for me to speak, because I am not a great chief. Once I had influence, but now I have but little…yet, I am from honorable stock. Promises which have been made to me and my fathers have not been fulfilled…But it will not answer for me to speak, for my people do not consider me their chief.” Unfortunately, the Prince did not long enjoy the shelter of his cabin – he was slain by members of another tribe in about 1845, while en route to the buffalo country. At the same site where The Prince’s Cabin now rests, was a burial marker and memorial garden for many pioneers and natives that had been in that area. The dates go as far back to the 1870’s.

My New Favorite Hidey Hole

Moqui Cave Right at the base of Kanab, UT sits a small, out-of-the-way cave tucked into the side of a hill. This cave has an interesting story and fascinating rock display, along with lots of dinosaur fossils and footprints.  For only $7 you can get access to this cave, the guided story, the fossil collection and the massive florescent rock collection.  I happened to find this on Google and stopped on a whim. The parking lot was small but could accommodate my camper and tow vehicle.  And it was well worth the stop. One of my favorite Hidey Holes along my journey! Gypsy Soul Travel is LIVE! Get all your travel needs from roadtrip destinations, flights, cruises and all inclusive foreign and domestic travel all from one place. Start Traveling The Story The cave itself has quite a unique history- The late Garth and Laura Chamberlain purchased the cave in 1951. As explained by my tour guide, this area was used to film some of the early westerns. Such as Gunsmoke, The Rifleman, and lots of John Wayne movies. The biggest complaint was that there was nowhere to get out of the heat and get a cold drink. The religious edict of Utah did not allow for alcohol usage…on land. So the Chamberlains did it INSIDE LAND. Getting around that stipulation in the law and providing the first bar and dance hall in southwest Utah.  During the week, one could grab a bite to eat and something cool to drink at their fully functional bar, and a live band would come to play on Friday and Saturday nights. Inside the bar, you can still see the carvings of names on the walls and bar top such as John Wayne, Elvis Presley, Ronald Regan, and more! A museum was always in their sights, as Garth studied Geology, Archaeology, and Paleontology. The exhibits on display are his personal findings after years of studies and collecting. They include more than 1,000 arrowheads, ceremonial points, jugs, pots, bowls, and working tools from the Puebloan Era. There is a sizeable collection of dinosaur tracks and fossils, most of which were found in the surrounding area. Their fluorescent mineral displays is one of the largest in the U.S.  Previous Next Definitely add this to your next trip to Utah Get more great travel ideas and places in my emag Delivered to your email every month. Clickable and interactive. Get travel ideas for hiking, camping, costs and GPS coordinates along with excellent inspirational stories from travelers like you. Get Your FREE Copy! Facebook Instagram Tiktok Facebook

H’Itching to Go!

I started out my traveling journey headed to Wyoming for my very first workcamping gig. Boy was I excited! To get to see mountains, lakes, roaming buffalo, elk, moose, and grizzlies! What an experience. Who could not love that! But then I found myself tired of it all. TIRED OF WYOMING??? How could that possibly be? Moving onto several other locations such as Montana, South Dakota, and Big Bend National Park…I saw the same feelings creep in. A pattern of restlessness when I am in a spot for too long. I fight with this feeling hardcore. Like I should stay, do the work, make the money and ride the wave….but something inside me is itching to go go go. I tend to look for all the ways that the workcamping location is in my favor: i.e. free showers, a gym, discounts on food. Whatever the “perks” that are offered for that location. I even start weighing in on the surrounding area. The landscape is pretty, good trails, and I can ride my bike to work, etc. Ultimately, what always makes me stay either to my commitment date or longer, is the people I work with and get to know. I become very attached to people I have noticed. Love the interaction and socialization that we have. Maybe it is because I travel alone, that this outer socialization is so important to me. I am not sure. But I wondered if others felt this way. So I took a poll on 7 social media groups and these were the findings… Turns out this is a common feeling among travelers. It’s referred to as “Hitch Itch”. (The need to hitch up the camper and go!) Nearly 86% of people polled said that 3 months was the limit to their stay. This seems to be the sweet spot. Great for the worker and beneficial for the employer. Three months gives you ample time to “settle” a bit, get a routine going with scheduled pay periods, and allows you to explore the new area to great lengths. So I am not the only one who feels this way. Whew!!! My next question was to the employers. Do they want to know that there is an inner gypsy limit? Or are positions like these super flexible? The answers were 49/49/2. Some workcamper employers said yes they want to know how long you can reasonably commit to a position so that people don’t just get the “itch” and then leave prematurely. The other portion said people come and go and they are used to it. It is part of the gig. A very small handful said that they would not hire if they knew the worker couldn’t commit to the full time. Get my New eBook out now! Learn how I broke through generational conditioning for the need for stuff to live a life full of adventure with minimal possessions. Therefore, it really comes down to you! Your desires. Your plans. And your willingness to be at a location and what you can reasonably handle. One of the ultimate perks of this lifestyle is the freedom to just pick up and go. If a location or a position does not suit you, you can leave. No 2-week notice. No selling of a house. No contracts. No limits. I have learned now what my ultimate inner limit is and am now listening to the gypsy voice inside of me that alerts me when it is time to go. I feel that honoring that inner voice will bring so much more peace to my travels in the future. With that said….onto the next adventure. Bye Bye Texas! I created a FREE to-do list for all of you travelers out there. Download and save it! Have a FREE journey to-do list on me!

Run away with me

People sometimes ask what I’m running away from with my travels. I’ve even had a few tell me to stop running away from my problems and to start living life. “Grow up,” they said. I’m not sure why, but there is this perception out there that anyone who travels long term and isn’t interested in settling down or getting a conventional job must be running away from something.They are just trying to “escape life.” They are running away from responsibility, being a grown-up, heartache, problems, etc, etc. Long-term travelers are refusing to be adults. I even had a boss one time say, in reference to a traveling musician, that even her husband knew better and got a real job. While society thinks traveling is something everyone should do at one point, it’s only gap years after college or short vacations that are acceptable. Get it out of your system and come back into the Matrix. Those of us who lead nomadic lifestyles, or who linger just a bit too long somewhere before reaching that final homestretch, are all too often accused of running away. Yes, go travel — but just not for too long the world says. Responsible people don’t just travel forever. We nomads must have awful, miserable lives, or are weird, or have had something traumatic happen to us that we are trying to escape. People assume that we are simply running away from our problems, running away from “the real world.” To all those people, I say – you are right. I am running away. I’m running away from your idea of the “real” world. I’m avoiding your life. Instead, I’m running towards everything — towards the world, exotic places, new people, different cultures, and my own idea of freedom. While there may be exceptions (as there are with everything), most people who become nomads do so because they want to experience the world, not escape problems. We are running away from office life, commutes, and weekend errands, and the corporate 9 to 5. We’re running away from the strict path society has laid out as “normal.” The one that makes us mindless ants marching to and fro. We want to experience every culture, see every mountain, eat weird food, attend crazy festivals, meet new people, and enjoy different holidays around the world. Life is short and we only get to live it once. I want to look back and say I did exciting things and lived life on my own terms, not say I spent my life reading blogs like this during my lunch break while wishing I was doing the same thing. No one dies going “If only I had spent more time in the office!” The accepted path of the “American Dream” is go to college, get a job, get married, buy a house, have your 2.5 children, raise them, and then retire. Only then, after you’ve put in your time, can you enjoy the fruits of your labor. Society boxes you in and restricts your movements to their expectations. And any deviation is considered abnormal and weird. People may want to travel, tell you they envy what you do, and say they wish they could do the same thing. But they never do. Few people must the courage to take the leap, no matter how much their heart pulls them. They are simply fascinated by a lifestyle so outside the norm. Well, I don’t want to be normal. I feel like the reason why people tell us we are running away is that they can’t fathom the fact that we broke the mold and are living outside the norm. To want to break all of society’s conventions, there simply must be something wrong with us. Life is what you make it out to be. Life is yours to create. We are all chained down by the burdens we place upon ourselves, whether they are bills, errands, family, etc. If you really want something, you have to go after it. People who travel the world aren’t running away from life. Just the opposite. Those that break the mold, explore the world, and live on their own terms are running toward true living, in my opinion. We have a degree of freedom a lot of people will never experience. We get to be the captains of our ships. But it is a freedom we chose to have. We looked around and said, “I want something different.” And then we went for it. I’m not running away. I’m running towards MY idea of life and what that new normal looks and feels like.

Ladies Refresh Retreat

A 16 person oasis with pool and hot tub and AC await you! If you have ever wanted to JUST GET AWAY alone but not really alone…this is your ticket. Semi-Solo Travel with the comfort and safety of a loving group that awaits you in the beautiful jungle of Costa Rica! This Ladies Refresh Retreat is a total experience. Check into the retreat Nov 7th and leave feeling refreshed and liberated Sat Nov 12. Total cost for your accommodations is only $800 if paid in full (airfare separate). Join a group of women and have a blast. Go out on your own to explore or to the beach or have the security of a group. Need at least 10 ladies to make this happen. Low deposit and low monthly payments are available. Included: Airport Transfers Welcome Champagne & Hor D’oeuvres Daily Maid Service Concierge Service Private Chef (3 meals daily) 60 min Massage per Guest Pool Party (Dj, bartender, fire dancers) Daily Delivery ($200 budget) Tour : Jungle ATV + waterfall