Every year, on the 2nd weekend in August, local
residents reenact the crossing at this historic location.
Three Island Crossing is a general term for the place where travelers on the Oregon Trail crossed the Snake River. There were, however, two different crossings in the area which were labeled Three Island Crossing. One crossing which could be forded without swimming or floating was call Three Island Ford. Two Island Crossing was the second crossing located one mile upstream from Three Island Ford. At this point, crossing was more difficult because the wagons had to be floated across the river. Men would swim to the opposite bank of the river. Then by the use of ropes, they would pull the wagons across. Most Oregon Trail emigrants believed that the Three Islnd Ford and the Two Island Crossing were the same; consequently, the area where both crossings are, became known as Three Island Crossing.
Many hardships of the Oregon Trail are recorded in diaries of the emigrants. The diaries at Three Island Park tell of wagons and horses lost in the treacherous crossing:
"They were preparing to cross the Snake River. The river is divided by two islands into three branches, and is fordable. The packs are placed upon the tops of the highest horses and in this way we crossed without wetting. Two of the tallest horses were selected to carry Mrs. Spaulding and myself over. Mr. McLeod gave me his and he rode mine. The last branch we rode as much as half a mile in crossing and against the current too, which made it hard for the horses, the water being up to their sides. Husband had considerable difficulty in crossing the cart. Both cart and mules were turned upside down in the river and entangled in the harness. The mules would have been drowned but for a desperate struggle to get them ashore. Then after putting two men swimming behind to steady it, they succeeded in getting it across. "
"We forded the Snake River, which runs so swift that the drivers (four to a team) had to hold on to the ox yokes to keep from being swept down by the current. The water came into the wagon boxes, and after making the island we raised the boxes on blocks, engaged an Indian pilot, doubled teams, and reached the opposite bank in safety."
"About 2 o'clock, we arrived at the Ford where the road crosses to the right bank of the Snake River. An Indian was hired to conduct us through the Ford, which proved impractical for us, the water sweeping away the howitzer and nearly drowning the mules which we were obliged to extricate by cutting them out of the harness . . . . "
"This day we traveled five or six miles to the river. where we remained all day. Made several attempts to swim our cattle, but without success." August 10: "This morning we finally abandoned the idea of crossing the river; gathered up our cattle, hitched up our teams and took the sand and sage for it."
One must take into account that events, such as river crossings, were everyday occurrences for the pioneer families who faced an unimaginable array of challenges over each day's horizon as the small wagons creaked and swayed over the vast landscape in order to reach the Willamette Valley before winter. Many fell in love with different regions of the new frontier and settled along the thoroughfare, commonly known as the Oregon Trail, before reaching the Willamette Valley.
The annual reenactment which occurs in Glenns Ferry, Idaho at the Three Island State Park on the second Saturday in August, commemorates the courage of those early pioneers who made the crossing. Several thousand people flock into the community each year to attend the wagon crossing. At various locations in the park, there will be blackpowder shoots, pioneer arts and crafts and musical entertainment.
They looked at the world through tired eyes --
The windswept plains, the changing skies.
The grasses fade; the willow leaf flies;
Spring lies dormant; the river never dies.
It stayed the same color, in springtime and fall;
It flowed on forever, outlasting them all.
It's seen the world's changes that they'll never know,
But it keeps to itself -- just goes with the flow.
It was foe to the crossers whose lives were at stake.
It's mighty !
It's tender !
They call it the Snake ! - Julie Winter -