|Kintpuash about the time he came |
to the Klamath Reservation (1864)
|Tule Lake and Lost River areas. The |
Klamath Reservation and Fort Klamath are
just north of Upper Klamath Lake.
|Captain Jack in 1873.|
Rob and I hiked the property, checked out the cabins, dining hall and owner housing while Mary graciously tolerated our exuberance. Rob and I eventually hiked to the cold water spring that was the source of Fort Creek and while we were there looking at the gin-clear water surging out of the rocky hillside we saw a western tanager. On the walk back to the developed area of the property between the sound of slaps—the mosquitoes were really vicious—we determined that the new venture would be named Tanager Springs. And the dream was labeled forever more.
|Western tanager by Naturespicturesonline.|
I also feel connected to this incident because my great-grandmother was a Canby just like the General and we all share a common ancestor in Thomas Canby of Pennsylvania who was born in England and married in Philadelphia in the 1690s. Though in this affair, for many reasons, I feel much more connected to Captain Jack than I do for my distant and much removed cousin.
|If you enlarge the picture and look closely|
Mt. Shasta is in the middle of the notch.
Striking too in all of this is understanding that this position was once on the shores of Tule Lake at a time when this body of water was 100,000 acres in size—roughly 156 square miles. That is until we drained the lake of its water and ultimately its wild nature to forward the cause of agriculture. I thought about this idea of wildness while standing in what clearly served as a trench works for the Modoc warriors and spying on Mount Shasta in the distance though a stone notch. I was set upon here by sad metaphors of lost wildness. Captain Jack’s post surrender haircut and Anglo clothes; Tule Lake’s ecological lobotomy; and my lost Tanager Springs dream (worthless or not) all intersected in the shadow of that iconic peak and the former shores of that lost lake.
Carlene and I drove through Fort Klamath on our way back to Eugene and stopped on the road
|Carlene walking up to shrine at|
Captain Jack's Stronghold.
|Standing in front of Tanager Springs|
more than 20 years later.