Pisgah is a fun word to say. You should say it right now. Pis-gah. It’s
a name from the Bible that Parley P. Pratt gave a lovely hill in Iowa as
the Saints moved west toward Salt Lake. The Saints were starving—the trek
across Iowa was an arduous one. It took them a lot longer than they’d expected
after leaving Nauvoo in 1846. Several stations were set up in order to provide
food for Saints along the way, and Mt. Pisgah is one of them.
Mt. Pisgah isn’t a place most people stop at, sadly, while tracing the early Saints. It’s a very lovely place. The owner of the land, a history buff by the name of Bob Brown, offers free tours on a wagon he and his son hitch up to a tractor. Bob is looking for as much information about Mt. Pisgah as he can find. If you’ve got relatives who went through there, or stayed there, you can contact him at bbrown1704@yahoo.com. If you’d like his address, go ahead and email me and I’ll give it to you.
He’s marked out where some of the cabins were, and there’s a little monument and replica house near where the cemetery was. He is very informative, and found most of the locations using a dousing rod. He’ll actually show you how to do it when you arrive. Dousing rods can pick up disturbances in the ground if they're over three feet deep. Using that information, he has mapped out where some of the dugouts and such were.
"Sorry...I just thought with the captain issue in question, I'd throw
in my name for consideration."
Pintel