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Friday, July 11, 2025

Upper Missouri River Breaks by Zina Abbott

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      I have visited parts of Montana, including driving along the banks of much of the Yellowstone River. However, researching the Upper Missouri River territory in Montana opened a new world about which I knew almost nothing.

Area between yellow arrows approximate location of Upper Missouri River Breaks

     The Missouri River is the longest river in the United States. It flows east and then south for 2, 341 miles from the eastern Centennial range of the Bitterroot Mountains to where it empties into the Mississippi river north of St. Louis, Missouri. It drains over 500,000 square miles of watershed—much of it arid country—including ten states in the United States and two Canadian provinces. One of the great obstacles for any transportation or settlement in this area was the Upper Missouri River Breaks.


      The Upper Missouri River Breaks area is a badlands that starts at about Fort Benton, Montana, in the west and follows the Missouri River for 149 miles east to what is today’s James Kipp Wildlife Recreation Area. For those who like remote territory, this will appeal. It was a region explored by the Lewis and Clark Expedition early in the nineteenth century. The following is what Capt. Clark wrote about the badlands:

“This country may with propriety, I think, be termed the Deserts of America, as I do not conceive any part can ever be settled, as it is deficient in water, timber, and too steep to be tilled.” 



     In the early days of exploration and riverboat travel, the west-east flow section of the Missouri River was known as the upper Missouri, or northern route of the Missouri. It was shallow, often turbulent, and filled with snags (downed trees with branches that snagged boat bottoms, sometimes called sawyers). The entire Missouri River was known for its ever-shifting sandbars, often submerged mere inches below muddy water that rendered them all but invisible. The upper Missouri River, including the Breaks area, was no exception.

Citadel Rock painted by Karl Bodmer, c.1833

     When it came to riverboat travel, the upper Missouri from Sioux City, Iowa, north soon became restricted to specialized steamboats with very shallow hulls, spoon-shaped bows, and low profiles that allowed them to avoid the worst of the submerged sandbars. They were able travel much farther up the river than the steamboats that plied the other large rivers or even the lower Missouri River. This restriction was not due to legislation, but due to experience received as far too many riverboats with deeper hulls having met their ends in the Muddy Missouri.

Steamboat on neighboring Yellowstone River aground on sandbar. Note snags in front.

     Due to the shallow water level and the river freezing solid in the winter—often as early as November—and not thawing out until late March or April, the most reasonable farthest point for navigation by even the shallowest, lowest profile steamboat was Fort Benton. Fort Benton is considered the most westerly end of the Upper Missouri River Breaks region. Even after the ice began to break up, the threat of it cutting into steamship bottoms was as great as snags. Roustabouts were employed to—among other tasks—keep watch to help the vessels stay clear of ice chunks as well as snags. So it was when steamboats traveled these last 149 miles approaching Fort Benton that they often encountered obstacles that threatened to capsize their vessels, leading possibly to the loss of human life as well as cargo.


     Although many steamboats bound for Fort Benton left in late March or early April with the hope that the snowmelt would raise the river level enough to avoid many of the obstacles, that window when the ability steam all the way to Fort Benton existed did not last the full season. Often, both goods and passengers bound for Fort Benton and points beyond were off-loaded at a place called Cow Island, located at the easterly end of the Breaks region. Although the island is near the southwestern riverbank, it actually served more as a landmark than a landing. The transfer of goods and passengers took place near the mouth of Cow Creek on the northeast riverbank, the bed of which served as one of the few passes through the steep sedimentary rocks, composed predominantly of sandstone and shale. By traveling to the headwaters of the creek, freight trains were able to skirt the northern boundaries of the Breaks region and eventually reach Fort Benton.  

Schultz map, c. early 1900s

     When one reads “Cow Creek,” “Bull Creek,” or “Two Calf Creek” on the old maps, it is important to think “bison” or ‘buffalo,” not “beef.” This was not cattle country. There was insufficient pastureland and water to support raising large herds of livestock. The Upper Missouri River Breaks region served as a migratory route for the herds of bison moving between their northern and southern grazing grounds. They did not stay in the Breaks region long.


     Today, steamboats no longer work their way up and down this treacherous section of what is considered a challenging river from its headwaters to its outlet in the Mississippi River. Instead, to preserve its rugged beauty for future generations, it is now included in the Upper Missouri River Breaks National Monument, which was created January 17, 2001. If you wish to visit, plan to take your hiking shoes and survival gear. It is still as wild and rugged as it was 200 years ago when it was first explored by the Lewis and Clark Expedition.

 


In my recent release, Hal’sLucky Escape, my hero and heroine, Hal and Marta, travel the upper Missouri River on the steamboat Far West. Although they leave at a good time with expectations their ship will take them all the way to Fort Benton, they discover they must leave the vessel at Cow Island and travel with a freight train through the Upper Missouri River Breaks. To find the book description and purchase options, please CLICK HERE

 


Sources:

Wikimedia commons

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upper_Missouri_River_Breaks_National_Monument

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2011/10/montana-canoe-adventure-floating.html

https://www.blm.gov/programs/national-conservation-lands/montana-dakotas/upper-missouri-river-breaks

https://www.missouribreaks.org/the-breaks/history/


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Stagecoaches & Steamships



In 1865, my heroine in AT LIBERTY TO LOVE (book seven in the Texas Romance series) wanted to go from northeast Texas (Red River County) to San Francisco. Her trip began in downtown Clarksville, the county seat, where the Donoho Hotel served as the station.  
Work a jigsaw PUZZLE  !!




The coach took the Jefferson Trace, about one hundred miles south and east. It could travel about ten miles before changing teams, so they made about ten stops along the way including at Cuthand, Mount Pleasant, and Daingerfield to name a few. It took about twelve hours.    Work another PUZZLE  !!


The same trip thirty-three years earlier in 1832, when the widow Sue Baylor made a valiant effort to get her cotton crop to market in book one, VOW UNBROKEN, lasted ten days with no setbacks. It took her lots longer.
Work a jigsaw PUZZLE  !!

From Jefferson, my AT LIBERTY TO LOVE heroine took a short steamboat ride down the Red River to the Mississippi for five days to get down to New Orleans.

Those river steamboats were a lower draft where they could also go upriver farther. They were older and smaller. The steamships built to navigate the Gulf and Pacific were larger and drew more water (the draft is how much the boat set into the water. These ship’s bread and butter were the U.S. mail contracts. Freight and passengers were the gravy.
In New Orleans, my lady steamed across the Gulf to reach Caracus, a new city thrown up for the crossing of the Isthmus. There she purchased a seat on the train across the Isthmus to the City of Panama, built in the 1500s with a Spanish influence...a lot like New Orleans, but on the Pacific side of the Isthmus the city enjoyed a good trade. It quite impressed!

The cost from New Orleans to Caracas—which took five or six days depending on weather—cost less than the one day train fare. Prior to the railroad being built in the early 1850s, travelers crossed in barges or canoes part of the way and wagons the rest. That normally took three days with tropical heat and humidity and many insect un-pleasantries. So the train ride, though more expensive, was deemed well worth the price and a necessity rather than a luxury. In Panama City, she again boarded a steamship for the Pacific Ocean leg of her journey.

Those steamships stayed relatively close to the coast, not veering too far out into the ocean waters. First class passengers dined on linen-covered tables with fine, matching china. Uniformed servants attended to their every need as at the finest big city establishments.

Bands played, and gaming rooms presented a diversion for those inclined to take a chance. This all filled the top deck; those passengers’ lavish suites offered private balconies to enjoy the ocean breezes and magnificent water sunsets and rises.

Steerage, two decks down, could be as inexpensive as fifteen dollars while first class might set the traveler back over fifty. The floor in between cost less than first class and offered fewer amenities; leaving off most all of the elegant accommodations, the middle deck gave the business man and his wife—perhaps traveling with their children—a more affordable fare.

The next floor down, steerage, got no meals included with passage. They were purchased separately, and there could be as many as six packed into a single room. Of course, tickets didn’t cost as much as above, and the decks never mixed. Cheapest passage was on the lowest level, underwater—space in the boiler room or cargo hold as you could find it. This is where the ‘wooders’ rode.

On the Pacific side, from Panama City, my heroine boarded yet another steamship up to San Francisco with possible stops in Acapulco or San Diego before arriving in City by the Bay, depending on how much coal or firewood they carried on board. The bigger, newer ships routinely made the trip with no stops. This leg of the journey took fifteen days, making the trip from Texas to the golden shores a month to thirty-five days.

Travelers could opt to go cross county by stage and arrive in as few as twenty-two, but the ride proved rough and the warring tribe of Indians always posed a danger. Most thought nice accommodations and safety outweighed the time factor.

As Marcus Ford, my hero in AT LIBERTY TO LOVE discovered, one could work his way on a steamship serving as a wooder. Spending four hours of every twelve shoveling coal to feed the boiler was grueling, monotonous work. And dangerous, too, considering if the boiler did blow, those men were goners for sure. And shirkers could be summarily tossed overboard. The captain was king.
AT LIBERTY TO LOVE, book seven in the highly successful Texas Romance historical series, has just debuted May 27th and is now available in print or digital formats.

JACKET COPY: Obedience is better than sacrifice…and trumps romance, no matter how sweet.
   Profound loneliness propels a childless widow west with the idea of choosing an orphan to share her life. On the way, a fellow traveler takes her by surprise. She never dreams, is unprepared, doesn’t need another man, but can’t get him out of her head…or heart. He’s so perfect—every bit the one she’d searched for as a young woman—except his mistrust of God has erected a wall she cannot breach.
    Marcus Ford blames God and struggles for peace after losing his wife and baby. Not once has he considered another woman could be the answer, but the widow is like none other he’s ever met. He falls hard, but plans are taking him east. Hope dashed sends two hearts into the pit. If only Ford could forgive God or the widow ease up on her adamant resolve.
   Will God’s mercy shine a beacon in the fog of despair and prove sufficient to heal their souls?
   
EXCERPT: 
    Stepping off the last stair, she approached. He inhaled deeply then shook his head. “Oh my.” He drew in another long breath, closing his eyes. “You smell better than you look. I mean, you look outstanding, but your fragrance is even better. Not that you didn’t smell good before… I mean…” He finally just shrugged. “Your appearance shames me. I should have brought my dress blues.”
    She grinned. “I understand, but here.” She handed him her door key. “On my couch, you’ll some new threads…the least Henry Buckmeyer could do.”
    At first, he didn’t take it, then scooped it up like a kid in a candy store and took the stairs two at a time.
    “I’ll wait on the deck, just outside the dining room.”
    He waved one hand but didn’t look back.
    Might do the man a bit of good to have his pride pricked. She chuckled, so enjoying the highly pleasant distraction he afforded.
    Took the man longer than expected, but the wait worth it, the readymade suit fit perfect, she loved the shirt’s high collar and how it seemed to choke him.
He grinned then extended his arm. “Thank you.”
    She slipped her hand under then over his offering. “You’re welcome.” She glanced down. He’d shined his boots. Per chance that accounted for the extra time.

REVIEWS:  At Liberty To Love shows how God can speak through dreams, visions and small children. As God spoke in biblical times, so He can still speak that way today. There are some wonderful exchanges of dialogue with four year old Michael. Caryl McAdoo demonstrates the power of trust and faith. "Nothing was too hard for God" Who shows that He loves to step in and make the seemingly impossible, possible.  Another great offering from Caryl McAdoo.     --Julia Wilson, Worchester, England reader


I’ve followed Henry Buckmeyer and his family since the first book, "Vow Unbroken" and couldn't wait for this one. Could this be the true love the widow has never known before? At Liberty To Love as always, gives glory to God. All Caryl McAdoo’s stories are uplifting and truly enjoyable. I highly recommend this one and all of the stories in the Texas Romance series.     --Michelle Beach, Clinton, New York reader

With characters that charm, and scenes that tug at our heart strings, Caryl McAdoo keeps us reading well past our bedtimes. Mrs. McAdoo has woven yet another Texas tall tale to keep us flipping pages. The mistress of the Texas yarn, her Texas dialect tantalizes from start to finish. At Liberty to Love made this reviewer fall in love with fictional people who seem so real that they almost breathe. This character-driven, well-crafted novel is a keeper. I’m adding it to my collection of Texas Romances by Caryl McAdoo.     --Cassandra Wessel, Tionesta, Pennsylvania multi-published author of devotionals


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Bio: Caryl McAdoo is all about loving God! She currently writes four series: the historical Christian ‘Texas Romance’; a contemporary ‘Red River Romance’; The Generations, her Biblical fiction, and the newest Days of Dread Trilogy for mid-grade readers. Known as the Singing Pray-er, she loves praising with new songs the Lord gives her and prays her story gives God glory! In 2008, she and her high school sweetheart-husband Ron moved from the DFW area—home for fifty-plus years—to the woods of Red River County. Caryl counts four children and sixteen grandsugars life’s biggest blessings believing all good things come from God. Besides glorifying Him, she hopes each title will also minister His love, mercy, and grace to its readers. Caryl and Ron live in Clarksville, the county seat, in the far northeast corner of the Lone Star State with two grandsons.

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