Yesterday Lord Kadizzle hauled Ray and Cissie, and Ray's new hand built canoe to Stanton. From Stanton they paddled down to the power plant. While I was waiting for them I did a little exploring on the river bank. Sadly, the power plant was constructed right on the sight where Lewis and Clark spent the winter. As I walked around and checked the areas of erosion, I could find one layer that was full of cracked bones. This is a sure sing of a village, or some sort of activity that went on for awhile. The number of Indians that lived in this area at one time must have been astounding.
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