Rendezvous

Rendezvous: Late summer gathering regarding beavers. Men could trade, swap stories and gather information before fall lead to future beaver endeavors. The first in 1825 was a small affair designed to move these shaggy rough men away from civilized company. After that the hosts realized they’d make more money on the event from whiskey sales than they ever got from beaver. From FadedGlory Blogspot “Mountain man James Beckworth described the festivities as a scene of ‘mirth, songs, dancing, shouting, trading, running, jumping, singing, racing, target-shooting, yarns, frolic, with all sorts of extravagances that white men or Indians could invent.‘ An easterner gave his view: ‘mountain companies are all assembled on this season and make as crazy as set of men I ever saw.’ There were horse races, running races, target shooting and gambling. Whiskey drinking accompanied all of them.

Hmm. I prefer ours but I guess it’s good to have historical roots.

1825 Henry’s Fork of the Green River, Wyoming

1826 Cache Valley (near present Hyrum), Utah

1827 Bear Lake, Utah

1828 Bear Lake, Utah

1829 Upper Popo Agie, near Lander, Wyoming

1830 Wind River headwaters near Riverton, Wyoming.

1831 Supply train did not reach the rendezvous area in time, so no rendezvous was held.

1832 Pierre’s Hole, Idaho

1833 Green River near Horse Creek, Wyoming

1834 Ham’s Fork, Wyoming

1835 Green River near Horse Creek, Wyoming

1836 Green River near Horse Creek, Wyoming

1837 Green River near Horse Creek, Wyoming

1838 Wind River at the mouth of Popo Agie Wyoming

1839 Green River near Horse Creek, Wyoming

1840 Green River near Horse Creek, Wyoming.

2011 Alhambra Creek near Amtrak, California.

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Not sure this rendezvous is worth the journey? Wait until you see the beaver tail fashion show at 1:30.

Last night some of Worth A Dam gathered for our final supper before the festival and went down to check on our patrons. We saw two beavers waking up and doing a little building on the dam before heading downstream. Even more exciting we saw a cluster of four heads rapidly swimming under the marina vista bridge.

Otters? Mink? There was a couple who excitedly had come from El Cerrito just to see the beavers again and they weren’t sure either. When I saw the four dodging and weaving heads I was sure based on their jerky rapid movements they were mink but when I saw Moses’ footage later I got a better look at the size and coloring thought otters. When Cheryl saw the footage she thought mink and she heard them squeaking to eachother on the bank just like our last mink visit. So we can only say for sure that they weren’t beavers, weren’t muskrats and were definitely an indication that there’s lots of tasty things to eat in this creek.

Motters?

Oinks?

Either older ones of these…