Traveling through the Bear River Valley:
Saturday, 7th. This morning we were obliged to make an inland circuit from the river, the bluffs approaching so near the river as to rend it impossible to continue along its banks. We, however, reached it again by a most beautiful defile, and beautifully watered by a small rivulet proceeding from a spring. In the afternoon we again left the river on account of the hills, and did not reach it again until dark. The bluffs were exceedingly high, and no person could ever believe that wagons ever passed these huge eminences of nature, did he not witness it with his own eyes. But the pleasing view we had from their top, just as the sun was going to sleep behind the western mountains, paid us for all our trouble.
Over and over, Bidwell uses the word “beautiful” as he continues this description of their trek, where the Bear River meanders along the Wyoming-Idaho-Utah border. After traveling across the arid landscape of western Wyoming, the Bear River valley was an oasis of good water, plentiful grass, and abundant game. He mention a “beautiful little lake” which they could see to the south, and if that was Bear Lake, then it gives us a pretty good idea of where they were on August 7th.