Lewis and Clark walked a trail
A native highway
Tarred with wear from leather covered feet
And bare pony hooves
The elk knew it
The wolves knew it
The Shoshone knew it
They shared it with the Nez Percé
And the Salish
Conquerors called it unknown terrain
But they were walking a trail already used
For ten thousand years. Others called it their commute
Toiling across as food and season demanded
Now it's Forest Service road 013. Up Agency Creek
Featuring cow pies, dust and heat
Caution steep grade ahead.
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Nicely done. I remember asking around where I could find the Lewis & Clark trail because I wanted to do some hiking in Idaho. The ranger pointed out the door and said you're on it. It's called I-90 now. Reminded me that many of our roads run on what has always been considered the best route through a geographical region. :) I enjoyed this piece; well done.