Or at least you do if you are Bernie.
He asked me if I wanted to come along....
He didn't need to ask twice!
(Click on the picture to read a short review of Wanship history.)
I was quite pleased that the historical marker was near where we parked our car.
While Bernie got his fishing gear out, I walked over to it to read.
Moments later I was both impressed and annoyed.
Impressed to think that this little bit of Utah at one time supported at least three full time milliners.
Annoyed that today in Wanship there is nary a single millinery shop to be had.
Wanship: What happened???
It seems I was just born too late for easy access to millinery shopping.
Wanship is a very pretty little valley. I could easily imagine the Tipi Indians roaming the hills...and women in lovely bonnets driving buggies on outings to church and the general stores.
There were also sheep, llamas, horses, and goats being raised nearby.
(No emus though. Maybe that is why hat making fell by the wayside. You need a good source of feathers if you want to trim fine hats.)