I can perhaps offer some insight about Idaho of that era (very limited, mind you). My grandfather was a minister in a small, southern Idaho city during that time period. That region had a rather strong pocket of the KKK. It was not (in my grandmother's view) a minority, extreme organization, but one rather in which the most respectable families might participate. It was a social organization that happened to reflect the opinions of the majority of the people in that area. Therefore I don't see the 'acceptance' of diversity that is pictured in today's PC revisionist stories (TV's version of Little House on the Prarie, for instance). If you were a minority in a 99% white, rural area, you pretty much kept your head down, did meanial work for pennies a day and kept your mouth shut if you wanted to continue with your life and body intact.
It's a bit after your proposed time line, but my grandparents packed up their family and moved to Virginia in the spring of 1924. They made the trip (with 4 children) in a 'touring car', which I have always interpreted as a fairly large car, but I am sure it was second hand. The road system was not, of course, as user friendly as it is today. To cross the high mountains, they first traveled west and south into the Sierra Nevadas before starting the eastward trek. My mother remembers (she was just over 2 years old) a terrifying incident. Their car had broken down. Her father, like any driver of the era, had a tool/repair kit in the boot. The car was parked on the narrow shoulder of a narrow pass high in the mountains, on the edge of a dropoff. My grandfather was under the bonnet, trying to repair the problem. Another driver came along and felt he did not have room to pass. In his anger the other driver started bumping their car, towards the dropoff! My grandfather, a slight, quiet minister, lept out of the way and ran to the other car and grabbed the driver by the collar screaming curses at him for putting his family (who were all in the car) in danger. Mother primarily remembered the incident because it was the only time she ever heard her father curse.
The trip took them almost two months. They crossed the Mississippi River at Memphis. The river was at flood stages with broad mud flats. In order to cross the bridge, they first had to get across the mud flats. This was accomplished by a number of cars being chained nose to tail and then hooked to the back of a massive tractor, which pulled them slowly across the quagmire and to the rise of the bridge, where they were unchained, crossed the bridge, then the process redone to get them onto solid ground/roadway. Mother remembered that she couldn't tell if the man who drove the tractor was black or white, because the only bit of him that wasn't covered with mud was his teeth that showed alot because he had a big grin.
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It's a bit after your proposed time line, but my grandparents packed up their family and moved to Virginia in the spring of 1924. They made the trip (with 4 children) in a 'touring car', which I have always interpreted as a fairly large car, but I am sure it was second hand. The road system was not, of course, as user friendly as it is today. To cross the high mountains, they first traveled west and south into the Sierra Nevadas before starting the eastward trek. My mother remembers (she was just over 2 years old) a terrifying incident. Their car had broken down. Her father, like any driver of the era, had a tool/repair kit in the boot. The car was parked on the narrow shoulder of a narrow pass high in the mountains, on the edge of a dropoff. My grandfather was under the bonnet, trying to repair the problem. Another driver came along and felt he did not have room to pass. In his anger the other driver started bumping their car, towards the dropoff! My grandfather, a slight, quiet minister, lept out of the way and ran to the other car and grabbed the driver by the collar screaming curses at him for putting his family (who were all in the car) in danger. Mother primarily remembered the incident because it was the only time she ever heard her father curse.
The trip took them almost two months. They crossed the Mississippi River at Memphis. The river was at flood stages with broad mud flats. In order to cross the bridge, they first had to get across the mud flats. This was accomplished by a number of cars being chained nose to tail and then hooked to the back of a massive tractor, which pulled them slowly across the quagmire and to the rise of the bridge, where they were unchained, crossed the bridge, then the process redone to get them onto solid ground/roadway. Mother remembered that she couldn't tell if the man who drove the tractor was black or white, because the only bit of him that wasn't covered with mud was his teeth that showed alot because he had a big grin.
Hope these anicdotes are some help!