When driving to our campground in Pipestone, Minnesota we just so happened to see a sign for Pipestone National Monument. I have heard of many of the monuments and national parks in this country but I had never heard of this one. The kids were excited to do the Junior Ranger program here and earn their first badge of many to come. And I was excited to find out what this Pipestone place was all about.
Turns out this monument is an active quarry. Only Native Americans can quarry here and apparently it can be a long process for them to get a permit. What are they looking for? Pipestone, of course. This a red stone that is found under layers upon layers of sandstone (or is it granite?). Traditionally Native Americans use the pipestone to make peace pipes.
We walked the 3/4 of mile trail to view quarries and the Winnewissa waterfall. It was hot and we were all overdressed. But we made it through and saw some beautiful sights.
There were many different kinds of prairie grass throughout the park. All of them are so important for the ecosystem here in the Great Plains.
Koah observing a spider web between the amazing rocks.
A Native American pipestone artwork.
Taking the Pipestone National Park ranger oath to earn their junior ranger badge.
It’s always risky to take a motor home towing a van down a one lane dirt road that you have never driven before. We must have looked like die hard Little House fans coming down that road. It’s a good thing there wasn’t a soul in site because we did need the entire parking lot… well it wasn’t quite a parking lot but more of a turn around. We were on the hunt for The Ingalls dug out home. This is what we found…
So we thought we were going to see the dugout that the Ingalls lived in while living along Plum Creek. It turns out that it is the ruins of the dugout. The dugout collapsed many years ago. Although the kids were disappointed that they weren’t able to play in a real dugout, they were all being lured by the fresh spring creek water of Plum Creek, on this hot Minnesota September afternoon. Koah made the first plunge and the other 3 each followed in time. We are reading On the Banks of Plum Creek so this made this afternoon swim extra special.
And the prairie…
Instead of Mary and Laura it is Makenzie and Freya.
In the book On the Banks of Plum Creek the Ingalls wheat crop is destroyed by grasshoppers. While we were following a path along Plum Creek there were thousands, and I mean thousands of grasshoppers. Makenzie said they are locust and she is usually right but which ever they are, there are enough insects to completely destroy a wheat field.
The kids were super muddy when it was time to head out. The beauty of traveling in a motor home, always a clean (well maybe not clean but at least not muddy) set of clothes and water to rinse off with.
Jeff doesn't remember watching Little House on the Prairie growing up.... Wait... What? How did I not know this till now. We have watched episodes with the kids from Netflix and he never mentioned this. I've forgiven him.
This museum was fun for us Little House fans.
There were replicas of a school house, a chapel, a dugout, jail cells and a general store. The only original item from the Ingalls time is the bell that rang in the chapel. It still rings to this day in a new church.
Playing school… whatever that means to homeschooled children.
A sermon from Pastor Koah.
Running the Olsen’s General Store
Making farts noises while sitting on the pots in the out house.
This is Grandma’s House. There was a room in this house dedicated specifically to the book On the Banks of Plum Creek. This is where they had some hands on activities for the kids, like a slate board and chalk and dress up clothes.
If one thing was clear it was that life on the prairie for the Ingalls was not as happy and joyful as depicted in an hour episode of Little House on the Prairie. This family worked really hard and struggled much for long periods of time. If I am reading the time line correctly, the Ingalls were only in Walnut Grove for two years where they lived in the dugout on Plum Creek for about year of that time.