Massacre Rocks
On our way to a wedding in Idaho Falls, Devony, Kess, Ayla, and I stopped at the rest stop at Massacre Rocks State Park near American Falls. I remember making the drive from Burley to Grandma’s house in Pocatello as a kid, and always being morbidly fascinated with this area; I would imagine what it was like for the wagon trains to get ambushed by Indians, and wonder, just a little, if I could see an Indian poking his head out from behind a rock as we drove by.
365:5.13.10
May 13, 2010 at 4:20 pm (365 Project)
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