The pass was cold and intermittent snow drifted against their hunched shoulders. As they carefully started the slippery way down into the Fandango Valley, they passed burned wagons and furniture. It looked like the Modoc had massacred a wagon train, but it was evidence of people setting their own belongings on fire to keep warm. Imagine dragging your most prized possessions through multiple states over a handful of months just to have to burn them to survive. Entering Fandango Valley from the SE end, they found the alkaline Goose Lake overlapping the California and Oregon territories. The level of the water was low and the fishing less than desired, but Clarence shot two mule deer and split the meat between everyone. Full bellies made for more reasonable temperaments. It was hard to th

