Pioneers would drive their wagons through the Red Pass, the low point in the mountains to this high valley with a parched and reddish dry lake in the center. Although another half a day away from the nearest water at Bitter Spring, the cooler air was a bit of relief from the thick hot air of the basin behind them. A few miles behind me in the nutritionless basalt and rocky sand lies a grave as nondescript and featureless as the Red Lake. On the pile of jagged stones was found a sun-colored bottle containing a note with the following words; "Emma Keebler Harris 1826 - 1872. Mother of six, died of sickness. This was as far as we could get her." Nothing more is known about this woman or her children.