Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Grass Valley

by Shanna Hatfield

I recently opened the door to my writing cave, packed a weekend bag, and went on an adventure with my favorite auntie and four cousins.

We met at a location in a central area for us all, which meant I had a five hour drive to reach the destination.

On my way there, and on my way home, I drove along a highway that rolls through several old towns.

Grass Valley was among them. I have a contemporary series,  Grass Valley Cowboys , set in the area, but the abandoned old buildings there capture my eye every time I drive past them.

Although it is assumed members of the Lewis and Clark party were among the first to see Sherman County where Grass Valley is located. 

Tall grass waved in the breezes, providing a wonderful cover for deer and made hunting them a challenging. Despite the hordes of Oregon Trail travelers who came West, none stayed in the area for more than a few days of rest.

Then Samuel Barlow marked the Barlow Trail across the Cascade Mountains. Oregon Legislature authorized the road in 1845, and by September 1846, the road provided an alternate route to the transporting wagons via raft down the Columbia River. Barlow Road started at The Dalles and headed south to Tygh Valley. It wasn't long until a shortcut was made from Tygh Valley that entered in Grass Valley canyon. The trail went through the canyon to where tall rye grass grew and the town of Grass Valley would eventually grow.

Grass Valley's settlement didn't happen overnight. A few stock ranches were established first, then settlers began to arrive in Sherman County. They plowed the rich grass that sustained cattle to make way for wheat fields.

The town was officially established in 1878 when Dr. Charles R. Rollins, a New Hampshire physician, settled in the area. He built a two-story hotel that included a clinic, and named the town after the rye grass that grew in the alkali soil.

Although the population has dwindled, I still find a wealth of inspiration in this town, taken from the tall waving grasses that once covered the area.


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Heather Blanton said...

So many old towns. Thanks for sharing the thoughts and pictures!

Paty Jager said...

There are some of the old families still living in the area. The museum in Moro is awesome for history of the ranching in the area and the families. A friend of my husband's family was from that area. His family was prominent. He left the area because there were more boys than could take over the family ranch.

Shanna Hatfield said...

Thanks, Heather and Paty. I keep meaning to stop at the museum in Moro, Paty. One of these days I will!