Today at the magnificent Great Falls we discovered a new shrub and named it the White Squaw Currant. The plant has small fan shaped leaves that are accompanied by small white trumpet shaped flowers. It has red berries which I am not sure are edible. I noticed that it had a musky odor when I crushed it between my hands. From my measurements it appeared to be approximately 5 feet tall.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Hail!
June 23, 1805
Tansy
The tansy is a unique plant, not the typical daisy you would find in a meadow. We came upon it along the Teton River. It is ugly nor beautiful but different in its very own way. The plant has a very thin and long stem with leaves 4-8 inches long. The stem leads up to a cluster of yellow button shape flowers that almost make a small dome over they pant. It grows up to 2-3 feet in length.
Fragile Prickly Pear
This plant has been giving the crew pain on a stem. We get back to camp and pull the thorns out of our worn moccasins. The plant grows in a large low-lying clump of spiny jointed stems that are impossible to avoid when walking through the prairie. The plant is deadly but beautiful with flowers that vary from light pink to orange. From my measurements the plant is approximately 8-10 inches tall and 1-3 feet wide.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Grizzzzzzzlies
April 29, 1805
Purple Coneflower
April 7, 1805
I found a new flower today while I was exploring around the fort. I named it the Purple Coneflower. It has a tall 18-24 inch harry stem that leads up to a dark bristley copper shaded cone shape center. Protruding from the center are long soft pinkish/purplish peddles which droop down. The plant has long and pointy leaves covered with stiff hairs that feel rough to he touch.
New Members
February 12, 1805
Trading with the Mandans

January 12, 1805
The Mandan have been very hospitable as we waited out the long winter. We had a relatively warm stay gathering around the fear huddled in our fur coats that we had obtained from the Mandan. Trading was a regular part of life in the Corps. It was sometimes the only way to survive in this harsh winter. John Shield has been hard at work as the only blacksmith. He has spent hours working up a sweat in the forge repairing tools, guns, and battle axes. We finally had to charge the Indians food to get repairs, which worked out nicely. Captains Lewis is also making a prophet as a doctor caring to the needs of ill Indians.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
R.I.P. Sergeant Floyd
August 21, 1804
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Four-Wing Saltbush
September 21, 1804
Aromatic Aster

September 21, 1804
We found a new flower today at the big bend on the Missouri River. It has a sweet smell and I was surprised by its design. The stem of the flower is about 20 inches. It has narrow peddles which meet at the canter, a yellow ball of pollen. I counted around 30 peddles. The peddles and stem have small hairs that feel rough at the touch.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Lewis 'n Clark

Captain Lewis and Captain Clark are similar and different in many ways. They both were muscular and around around six feet tall. The men are great friends and they complement each other on about everything. Captain Clark is a better boatman, and Captain Lewis is a better navigator of the two. Captain Clark is a better mapmaker, he is always at the bow of the boat maping the landscape. Captain Lewis is a better botanist and biologist, he is collecting samples wherever we go. Captain Clark is comfortable with company and enjoys a good laugh. Captain Lewis is a man of few words, he only speaks when he needs to.
Our Boats

We are taking two canoe like boats that are called pirogues. They carry men and supplies. Our mothership the 55 foot keelboat witch could be towed, pulled from the shore, poled, our sailed. It carries most of our supplies, making it the most important asset of our trip. The keelboat is not as versatile as the other two pirogues. We have already had trouble with sandbars, logs, and even overhanging branches. It has been a pain getting this boat upriver. A good day we would make it ten miles up river, but on bad days we may only make a mile.
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