Friday June 28, 2002: Astoria,
OR - Portland, OR
Mission Accomplished ok
|This last traveling day of our exhibition
exhibited perfect Lewis and Clark weather at Fort Clatsop - Rain. we got a
real feel for the experience of the Corps of Discovery. Even in the rain
our local hosts Rae Goforth and Barbara Minard, gave their usual excellent
interpretaions of Fort Clatsop and Astoria.
Barbara especially pleased the naturalists with her tour of the local
vegetation - Douglas Fir, Western Hemlock, Red Cedar, and many other Clark
High tea at a local BnB was a totally unique and interesting lunch;
there was nothing else like it on the trip.
Despite the rain the fort flag was flying, so we got permission
to take it down and replace it with ours, which had come all the way with
us. We had also flown it at Fort Mandan.
All were impressed with completeness of the exhibits, especially the
models of the three forts they built, and the Indian Canoe, which amazed
them with its maneuverability in the choppy waters of the Columbia River
The two hour ride to Portland was quiet time as everyone dwelt in their
own thoughts and reflections on the trip.
After dinner we had a very emotional closing ceremony. The flag was
brought in by Honor Guard George Carr and Chuck Gaul, with hats resembling
those of the Lewis and Clark highway signs. Mickey Dodge gave a stirring
rendition of "God Bless America", that has made me forget, uh,
what was her name?
This group had bonded more closely than any I have ever seen. Many of
the people said they were encouraged to do more to preserve our history
and instill it in their children and grandchildren. And Tom Chiu told us
about a similar trail in China and his determination to try to create a
tour similar to this one, to tell its story.
As part of the closing
ceremony Bill Dudine and Jean Worley read the following
|I have fought in every battle of every war for more
than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh, and Appomatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of france, in the Argonne
Forest, Anzio, the beaches of Normandy, Guam, china Burma, India, Rome,
Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam, and now me, my own battle.
I was there. I led my troops.
I was dirty, battleworn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me.
And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have
helped set free. It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn, and trampled on the streets of my
own country. And when it is by those whom I've served in battle -- it
hurts. But I shall overcome for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness of all of America's finest hours, but my
finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, or when I lie in the
trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or
daughter, I am proud.
My name is Old Glory, Long May I wave, Dear God in Heaven, Long may