Bronze statue of Chief offering a peace-pipe.
Not props, but an actual stagecoach and chuck-wagon.
Another bronze piece of art, perhaps a load of
furs heading down river to the trading post.
I'd image I'm not different than a lot of paddlers who, at every
bridge, look for the name of the stream or river being passed. On
the way to Birch Lake, we crossed the Bacon Rind Creek. Here
at the museum, we come upon this portrait of Chief Bacon Rind.
Some Native American names are so fascinating, but Bacon Rind is
so unusual that the chief and the creek have to be tied together