Twentieth Century
In 1930, a replica of Fort Ouiatenon was built by a local physician named Richard Wetherill. The Daughters of the American Revolution had placed a small commemorative marker near this spot in 1909. Dr. Wetherill's blockhouse was actually patterned after those more typical of British fortifications (using horizontal logs) and does not match the style or type of construction of the original Fort Ouiatenon (with vertical logs). The replica blockhouse is now the focal point of a county park. The true site of Fort Ouiatenon, one mile from the replica's site, was discovered and confirmed archaeologically in the late 1960s. In 1970 the site was placed on the National Register of Historic Places by the U.S. Department of the Interior.
Today, the Fort Ouiatenon Blockhouse Museum 40°24′23″N 86°57′50″W / 40.40639°N 86.96389°W / 40.40639; -86.96389 is open to tourists in the summer and is the location of the annual Feast of the Hunters’ Moon. Many rare artifacts from the original Fort Ouiatenon are displayed by the Tippecanoe County Historical Association during the Feast.
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