Here we are in Dry Falls.

A few things to note. First, the road. That must be the Cariboo Trail of 1858, not the main one that ran up Moses Coulee to the west, but an alternate for heavy traffic days, while private armies were wagoneering north to shoot whoever they could and dig up some gold along the way. Second, the ancestral figure in the cliff just above the grass on the left. No doubt it watched over the trail before it was commandeered by the Hudson’s Bay Company and then the vigilantes. Third, the wall. Someone was tired of that there road and had other plans. If you turn around, you’ll see…

His orchard, with Umatilla Butte in the background, where Jackrabbit stands guard. Now it’s a State Park. What will it be next?