Greetings from the open road. Today I bring to you a relic from the bygone days of the Lincoln Highway in Nevada.
Now you may be wondering, why did ol’ Johnny post some pictures of a piece of cement? I asked myself what this was back when I found it in 1978, on a unique road trip from Eureka, CA to Green River, WY. This trip was to reenact the route of the early day fur traders who took this route on horses, which my buddy Wayne and I did in 1978. This journey took us three and a half weeks just going the one direction, with a little “help” from the BLM (Bureau of Land Management in Salt Lake City).
This relic was found in a low-lying area, in between Ely and Eureka, Nevada on Highway 50. We were travelling on the north side of the current US 50, on what seemed to be an old trail or maybe a remnant of the old Lincoln Highway. We stopped for the night, made camp, and fed and watered the horses and mule. After the animals were taken care of, I journeyed out to look for dried sagebrush to make a fire for the night.
I came upon this relic on my search for fire fuel. I showed it to my buddy, Wayne, and we were intrigued by the bullets, the lead that was seemingly shot into it. The stone itself seemed to be a large piece of soapstone, which is not common in Nevada. I stashed the relic alongside our camp to come back and get it at a later time.
After the rendezvous in Green River, Wyoming was over, and we sold away our transportation, I returned to my hiding spot and retrieved the relic. Now, my mission was to find out what secrets this stone held. I talked to several old timers in that area, from Ely and Eureka, to see if they had any input to what I had in my hand.
The only story I could get was… During the early days of travel, there was a lack of one distinct thing: firewood. If the trail needed to be marked, journeymen would use stone structures to warn people of washouts and other road hazards. If they were to use wooden road marks, travelers would cut them apart and use them for firewood, as that is what they needed, thus endangering fellow travelers along the way. The old timers believed that this apparent piece of a road marker was most likely broken off from a taller structure. One old timer told me he faintly remembered stones like this lining washes next to the road.
I asked about the bullets, which seem to be .32-.36 caliber lead, and learned it may have been a few different things, from seedy characters who passed by over the years or maybe a cowboy, practicing his target shooting. Whatever the story of the bullets really is, it truly is a neat piece of Lincoln Highway history.
From the Road,
Lincoln Highway Johnny