Building the Columbia River Highway: They Said It Couldn't Be Done
By Peg Willis
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When nine-hundred-foot ice age floods carved the Columbia River Gorge through the Cascade Mountains to the sea, little space was left for man to form a highway of his own. It took an artist-poet-engineer extraordinaire to conquer this reluctant piece of real estate and produce the nation’s first scenic highway. Meet Sam Hill, the mover and shaker, and Samuel Lancaster, the polio survivor, who turned modern engineering on its ear to create a “poem in stone.” Today, Oregon’s historic Columbia River Highway is hidden among the trees, where it meanders past spectacular waterfalls and dramatic views. Ride along with Peg Willis as she explores the beginnings of this miracle highway and the men who created it.
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Building the Columbia River Highway - Peg Willis
PREFACE
A book can never be the work of one person—especially a book such as this, which requires the assembling of many details from many sources, selected from the overwhelming abundance of information available. I would especially like to acknowledge Jeanette Kloos and David Sell. Jeanette is the former scenic area coordinator for the Oregon Department of Transportation (ODOT) and founder and president of the Friends of the Historic Columbia River Highway. David is the retired project manager with the Federal Highway Administration. Both these people have been more than generous with their many period photographs of the highway and its construction and have given generously of their time and expertise to supply answers to my questions and offer correction when I got something wrong.
Thanks also to Ellnora Lancaster Rose Young, Samuel Lancaster’s great-granddaughter; Marion Ackerman Beals, daughter of Frank Ackerman, marble carver; Benny DiBenedetto, son of Gioacchino DiBenedetto, stonemason; Laura Wilt at the Oregon Department of Transportation library; Bob Hadlow, ODOT Historian, and other ODOT employees who have answered my many questions; Dave Olcott, Steve Lehl and the many other wonderful people I’ve met while volunteering at Vista House who have helped me fill in the story; and the many museums and historical societies that have aided my search for photos and information
Any mistakes in this book are wholly my own.
While starting with the nuts and bolts of the highway’s history, for those unfamiliar with it, I have also tried to fill in the story with some of the lesser known details for the sake of those who already know and love the highway story and want to know more.
A few pronunciations:
Celilo: s LY lo
The Dalles: the DALZ
Lancaster: LAN ks ter
Multnomah: mult NO m
Oneonta: oh nee AHN t
Oregon: OR ee gun (three syllables, not two)
Pittock: PIT k
Spokane: spo KAN
Thor: Tor (Norwegian)
Umatilla: YOU m TIL
Wemme: WEM ee
Willamette: w LAM t
Yeon: yawn
The schwa ( ) is the vowel sound in the first syllable of the word again.
INTRODUCTION
THE GORGE OF THE COLUMBIA
The Columbia River is long, large, beautiful and wild. At least, it was wild in its earlier lives—of which there were several.
On its journey of 1,243 miles, it drains a total area of 259,000 square miles—roughly the size of France—from British Columbia in Canada and seven U.S. states. It serves as the border between Oregon and Washington for 300 miles and discharges 17.5 trillion gallons of water into the Pacific Ocean each year.
Several men in the history of the Pacific Northwest—men who were by nature curious and imaginative—suggested that the Columbia River watershed had been visited at sometime in the past by a massive catastrophe involving water. During the mid-1800s, Irish-born Thomas Condon (1822–1907) served as a Congregational pastor to churches in several Northwest towns—among them, The Dalles, Oregon. During his time in The Dalles, he was able to do considerable exploring in eastern Oregon and became fascinated with the landforms and fossil beds in this geologically rich area. He was especially intrigued by the presence of fossilized seashells in this arid, near-desert land.
In the next generation, Samuel Lancaster (1865–1941), designer of the Columbia River Highway, wondered whether the Columbia River Gorge had been formed by a wall of water.
¹ His suggestion came both from his knowledge of Condon’s explorations and research and also from personal experience in the Gorge.
J. Harlan Bretz (1882–1981) is given credit for first speculating, and then insisting, that the scablands of eastern Washington were carved by a flood of biblical proportions. He noted the bathtub ring
effect on the hills and felt that these massive horizontal markings could only have been produced by water washing back and forth at that level for an extended period of time. He pointed out the dry waterfalls, hanging valleys, potholes, channeled scablands, massive gravel deposits and erratics
(isolated rocks from a foreign origin) scattered throughout the Columbia and Willamette River Valleys as further proof of his theory. And where would this unthinkably immense volume of water have come from? Some place north, Bretz speculated, and he referred to this as-yet-undiscovered source as the Spokane Flood.
Bretz was ridiculed for his ideas. Invited in 1927 to present his findings on The Channeled Scablands and the Spokane Flood
at the Geological Society of Washington, D.C., Bretz attended in good faith but found that the event might better have been described as an ambush.² He presented his information; then, one by one, his peers tore apart his beliefs. These learned men based their objections on academic knowledge rather than actual field experience in the scablands of eastern Washington. To be sure, this is the purpose of such conferences—to consider possibilities and then try to disprove them. Those ideas that cannot be disproved must be considered as possibly viable truths. But feelings were strong in opposition to Bretz’s claims—very strong.
This was at a time when James Hutton’s theory of uniformitarianism was holding sway.³ Hutton’s theory that the present is the key to the past
put forth the idea that outside the occasional localized earthquake, flood or volcanic eruption, the earth continued as it had in the past and would, therefore, have taken eons to evolve to its present design. Not only that, but this extended time frame was necessary to fit in with Darwin’s theory of evolution, which was gaining wider and wider support. And of course, there was no allowance for a flood anywhere near the size needed for Bretz’s theory.
Uniformitarianism was in; catastrophism was out—relegated to the position of not-so-bright little sister.
The advent of flying brought much-needed support for Bretz’s theory as the evidence he had gleaned so laboriously on foot became easily visible from the air. Though Bretz continued his field research for the next thirty years, he never reached the point of actually identifying the source of the massive flood(s). But his persistence—and excellent scientific practices—began to turn the tide, and in 1979, in J. Harlan Bretz’s ninety-seventh year, the Geological Society of America awarded him the coveted Penrose Medal, presented to those who advance the study of the geosciences.
The first highway
through the Columbia River Gorge was the Columbia River. Photo by Edward S. Curtis, courtesy of Old Oregon.
Today, Bretz’s ideas have gained acceptance. The source of the massive floods has been identified as glacial Lake Missoula in Montana—a lake that appears to have extended hundreds of miles east from the Idaho border. It is thought that this body of water—about half the size of Lake Michigan—was held in place by a two-thousand-foot-high ice dam, which, in times of global warming, would gradually melt and then float free, allowing the water to rush toward the sea. Geologists believe this may have happened up to forty times. An amazing thing to consider, and even more so when we realize that this immense lake would empty in as little as two weeks.
The early land highways through the Columbia River Gorge were nothing more than rabbit trails, as well as the trails of squirrels, possums, deer and bear. Animals, like water, seek the path of least resistance, but in the case of the animals, this does not necessarily mean the lowest elevation. They sought food, shelter and a place to safely breed and raise their young. And many of them migrated with the seasons.
The Native Americans, many of whom were also seminomadic, followed these trails, leaving little more trace on the land than the animals before them. Time was usually not a determining factor in selecting routes of travel. Instead, the travel itself was allowed to determine a framework for life. Eventually, the trails became wider and more established. When the white men came, seeking furs, land or gold, they quite naturally followed these age-old trails.
To the Oregon pioneers, however, time was a big factor. They needed to get to the Willamette Valley before winter set in.
The first person who tried to bring a wheeled vehicle west was Marcus Whitman—missionary to the Walla Walla, Cayuse, Umatilla and Nez Perce Indians at a place called Waiilatpu (near present-day Walla Walla, Washington). On his first trip west, he was forced to abandon his wagon before reaching his destination, but on a later trip, he helped guide the pioneers of 1843—the first big wave of settlers traveling the Oregon Trail—to Waiilatpu and beyond with their wagons.
There were dangers along the way. Every wagon train experienced tragedy in one form or another—accidents, shootings, death by disease and, in later years, trouble from Native Americans, justifiably angry about the whites taking the land they felt was theirs.
In spite of these difficulties, one of the most frightening parts of the trip was the last one hundred miles. Exhausted, after making their way overland roughly two thousand miles, intrepid travelers were faced at The Dalles (a French word meaning cobble stones,
which accurately described the riverbed at this point) with a monumental combined threat of water and mountains. As the Columbia River plunged into the great Gorge it had carved through the Cascade Mountains, land wide enough for wagons to travel alongside the river disappeared. The Columbia River was a wild and unforgiving host to these newcomers, and some died in the attempt to pass—so close to the end of their journey.
Wheels were removed from wagons, and the wagons were then placed on rafts constructed of logs. Then the pioneers boarded the rafts, knowing they were taking their lives in their hands. Animals were driven along the narrow edge of the river and would hopefully meet their owners once the rapids were passed—about forty miles below. Famous Oregon pioneer Jesse Applegate and his brother each lost a son on this stretch of river.
In 1845, only two years after the Emigrant Road began bringing people to Oregon, Samuel K. Barlow stepped forward to make a change. Barlow, unwilling to make the trip down the Columbia, teamed up with Joel Palmer, fellow traveler, and they managed to beat their way around the south shoulder of Mount Hood to arrive in Oregon City in the fall of that year. The following spring, Barlow joined with Philip Foster to create a road for wagons around the south side of the mountain, thus bypassing the treacherous stretch of river. They called it the Mount Hood Toll Road. It sounded good; many immigrants arriving in The Dalles chose to take this route, deciding that dangers unseen couldn’t possibly be as frightening as those they could see all too well.
But they were mistaken. The Barlow Road, as it came to be called, was treacherous at best—especially the stretch called Laurel Hill—and more than one wagon was smashed to bits as it attempted to travel this road.
The first Oregon pioneers settled on the west side of the Cascade Mountains. They could have avoided the dreadful travel through the Gorge by staying on the east side, but tales of Oregon’s bounty all centered on the west—the Willamette Valley. Stories of amazingly fertile farmland, beautiful and bountiful crops and moderate weather had filtered back home in the few letters that gradually became a flood of correspondence. People in the eastern states began to catch that new disease—Oregon fever. And it all centered on the Oregon west of the Cascades. At this time, Oregon was not a state and had no man-made boundaries. The natural boundaries were the ocean, the Columbia River and the Cascade Mountains.
By the time the second generation was reaching maturity, people began to remember the land east of the mountains—land that had been thought of as only an Indian infested wilderness,
an obstacle to be overcome on the way to the real Oregon. They remembered the richness of the land, the beautiful prairies, the bunch grass so tall horses’ bellies would vanish in it and the great wealth of natural resources. And it didn’t rain all the time in Eastern Oregon!
Men came with their range animals and found the area to their liking. In time, however, they became mighty sick and tired of their own company. Wives came and then, of course, children. And with the women and children came schools and churches. The men allowed themselves to be civilized—to a certain degree.
But they were isolated. They could grow wheat—but getting it to the west side was a problem, and importing things like lemons, pineapples, pianos and printing presses was very difficult.
Stern-wheeled (or side-wheeled) steamships began plying the river in the 1850s, and the first Oregon railroad, the six-mile-long portage line