Have you ever driven along a highway, particularly one weaving through the mountains and wondered what kind of trail passed this way a century ago. I remember crossing the desert from Arizona to California and thinking about the settlers moving west. What took us a day must have taken them a week or more. The only water was what they carried with them on the wagons. I think about the thousands, mostly children, who died in the desert. Their graves now lost with the shifting of the sands and the earth. I'm sure their families marked them with a piece of wood or a pile of stones, meaning to come back someday and remove the remains to their new home. Many became so caught up in their new lives that they never came back. Even if they had t...