Wyoming '99: WednesdayThe old Virginia Dale stage station, a regular (and notorious) stop on the old Overland Trail. The name of the place where the old Holliday place sits, if it has a name, is Virginia Dale. It's right near Dale Creek (the same creek where we'd gone on Monday to see the old trestle). Really, though, Virginia Dale was a few valleys over, where an old stage station was run by the notorious Jack Slade. We stopped in there too. This is a little hard to read, so:
Mark Twain reports an encounter with Jack Slade in "Roughing It," though Twain scholars suspect he fabricated it, since his journey west actually didn't carry him through Slade's turf. The old story was that travelers would be safe while they were at Virginia Dale, but after they left, they'd be held up by outlaws who had an uncanny knowledge of exactly what they were carrying and where they had hid it--hence the suspicion that Slad was in cahoots. Those were exciting times, but not always in a good way. Click on the picture for a larger, more readable version. It says:
The trail ran through here, so you had to put up with whoever was the agent in charge at the station. Virginia Dale was in such a sweet little valley that people did look forward to getting here. Not too far away is a cliff known as a lover's leap in Indian legend--some kind of Romeo and Juliet tragedy happened here, according to local lore. Ben "Holladay" does not seem to have been a relative. This sign is on the stage station itself. Virginia Dale, Colo., Alt. 6977 ft.
Julianne at rest. Wednesday: Holliday . . . Neighbors . . . Virginia Dale Monday . . . Tuesday . . . Wednesday . . . Thursday . . . Friday . . . Saturday . . . Miscellaneous |