Are you brave enough to step off a bridge spanning the 486 foot deep canyon that Evil Knievel attempted to rocket himself across in 1974?
Me? Hell no.
For the individuals that come from all corners of the world to legally base jump off the Perrine Bridge over the Snake River Gorge in Twin Falls, Idaho the answer is Woo hoo! Lets go! And they do. Jumper after jumper strides across the bridge to the middle with their tiny little parachute packs, steps over the railing….and jumps.
Me? I am very content to stand on the canyon rim and take photos.
Perrine Bridge over the Snake River Gorge.Step One: Step over the railing and throw yourself off a perfectly good bridgeStep Two: Reach back and pull your parachute cordStep Three: Pray it opensStep Four: GlideStep Five: EnjoyStep Six: Stick the landingAll in 22 seconds!
I was 14, and like every teen age boy in America, was glued to the TV! Evel Knievel was going to jump the Snake River Canyon in a rocket powered motorcycle! Rocket powered! History has shown Evel Knievel to be a deeply flawed man, like all of us, but during the early 70’s he was an American hero, at a time when America desperately needed heroes. The jump was a bust on that day, and only the earthen ramp can still be seen, but for a period of time many a kid jumped, and crashed, their Stingray bikes on a homemade wooden ramp due to Evel Knievel! (before bike helmets had been invented!)
The ruthless bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941 created such fear that overnight anyone in America of Japanese descent suddenly became the enemy: neighbors, schoolmates, and local business owners all became possible spies.
Darrin and I often talk about how resilient we have become during this journey due to the constant change of moving from place to place and basically living outdoors in all types of weather, all kinds of environments, at all elevations, and around all types of animals and people. Today, we were once again humbled when we visited the Minidoka Relocation Center just north of Twin Falls, Idaho.
In 1942, months after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, President Roosevelt signed Executive order 9066 which forced over 120,000 west coast persons of Japanese descent into ten prison camps, Minidoka Relocation Center was one of the ten.
Hastily built, Minidoka housed approximately 10,000 individuals of Japanese descent from Alaska, Bainbridge Island, Washington and the west coast of Oregon. Placed in a deserted corner of the Idaho high desert, the tar and green wood structures of the camp gave the incarcerated individuals very little protection from the bitter cold winters and blazing hot summers.
What stuck with Darrin and I as we walked around the remains of Minidoka was the resiliency of the people incarcerated there. The camp had very little privacy, the bare necessities of a civilized life and weather unlike anything they had experienced on the west coast, yet they built a life in the camp. They created activities to relieve the boredom, turned the high desert into farmland for fresh food, and turned the tar covered barrack cubicles into homes.
The historic site said the Japanese had a saying, “Shikata ga nai” which means “it can’t be helped”. I guess in modern slang it would be similar to “shit happens”, so make the best of it and carry on. Once again we have come across people who have more resiliency then I could ever imagine. Sometimes it is really a struggle not to pass judgements on the past. We weren’t there, we didn’t walk in their shoes, but what the hell. How can such awful things happen in a supposedly civilized world.
Guard towers and barberd wire surrounded the camp.Tar paper that absorbed the hot sun, and green wood that shrank as it dried, provided very little privacy and protection from the elements.Sage brush and scrub turned into productive farmland to provide themselves with fresh food.A glimpse into the past that is easy to pass judgement on, except we weren’t there to understand the fear war induces into an otherwise civilized society.
