You Can Lead Him to Water But…

Abigail and Easy at Robidoux creek

Funny thing about wants and needs. Sometimes they line up, other times not so much. They aren’t always the same, the wants and needs that is. The maiden knows the donkey needs to drink. They’re going to be off today on a long trip and there may not be any springs available on the way. So for the success of the journey the donkey needs to drink.

The donkey on the other hand doesn’t give a damn about the journey or what the maiden wants or anything else except maybe eating some grass, he doesn’t feel like a drink. He had a big drink last night and he hasn’t done anything since then so that’s enough right now. Plus it’s obvious his companion wants him to so he won’t, just to be obstinate. Donkeys are like that especially Jack’s, the male ones, who are obstinate by nature. My Dad used to say “They’d bitch if they was hung with a new rope.” not just donkeys, he didn’t have much experience with donkeys, or as he called them ‘Lawn Ornaments’ but anyone who was obstinate just for obstinate’s sake.

The maiden being a maiden is used to males being obstinate. She deals with that every day and has found a few work arounds to get past this particular problem. For her the needs and the wants of this situation just happen to line up. She wants the donkey to drink because she needs the donkey to drink. To accomplish this she acts like they just happened to stumble on this creek, and it just happens to be full of water, which will taste good if one were to drink it. So she scoops up a little and tastes it and by god it is good so she kinds of ignores the donkey and has another taste. Shortly the donkey being curious, looks to see what she’s doing. She takes the handful of water and smacks him gently on the muzzle with that cool water and that’s all it took folks. Forgetting all about obstinance, drinking water is now his idea and she needs to get out of the way. She couldn’t stop him from drinking now if she had to.

In this case all’s well that ends well. The donkey’s been watered with the minimum of fuss, the maiden has accomplished her task and everything’s right with the world.

Packing The Donkey

Fort Uncompahgre was a trading fort. it was built to handle the fur trade by being a way station of sorts, hence it’s lack of fortification. The walls were upright logs stuck in the ground and housed the necessary buildings inside to handle the business of trade. The traders store, the saddlery shop, an early version of a Starbucks, all the things the folks gathered around the fort needed were inside its walls. If there was danger of some sort you could get in there quick and shoot out from between the logs, but it was never built to stand up to any type of attack.

It was more of a mini-transportation hub where goods such as beaver hides, other types of furs and trade goods were temporarily stored before being sent on to the larger forts, or dispersed to customers further down the trail. Due to the fact that the internal combustion engine would not be invented for at least another hundred years, the primary form of drayage, the hauling of freight by other that humans carrying it on their backs, was by donkey and mule. Since there were few roads in the area and travel was primarily by trails which were often just rocky steep paths, donkeys and mules were the most efficient forms of haulage at your disposal, if you will.

Normally loading the donkey was pretty straightforward. You needed three guys for the task. One big guy to press down on the donkey’s back to keep it from unexpectedly leaping into the air ruining the plans to load it, another guy to lift the heavy bales of pressed furs to go on the donkeys back, and a third smaller guy to watch and take notes. And the donkey of course. Bales weighing tons of pounds were placed on the donkeys back until its legs just began to bow then tied tightly (the bales not the donkey’s legs) so they wouldn’t slip off if the donkey managed to be able to do anything but shuffle forward. That’s why the big guy was needed as some donkeys would be aware of this whole loading and walking thing and would try to avoid it by hiding, playing dead, disguising itself as a large neighborhood dog, or the tried and true method of leaping into the air unexpectedly until the traders gave up in disgust and went to storehouse for some whiskey.

The donkey above is a new donkey and hasn’t learned any of those tricks yet, but the men are taking no chances anyway. Once the bales are loaded on its back there’s none of this leaping up in the air and so on. It’ll be lucky its legs stay on or don’t sink into the ground. These were considered the short haul vehicles of the day as they were easily maneuvered thru tight canyons, up rocky ledges, down boulder strewn paths and able to take very tight turns with ease. All in all the best choice for this type of freighting.