Hello everyone. We are alive and well. My family is going strong and we have settled down in a small but cheerful cabin about three miles from Hackers Vally. I have not been writing for a while because we are so busy. Let me tell you the story of the last part of our trip.
It was a sunny day as we reached the end of the Cheyenne river trail. Nate Page has been waiting for four days and looks... well... interesting. We were well rested (except Nate Page) so we decided to move along. We were traveling for about three hours until suddenly BOOOM CRAAASSSSHHH a lightening bolt hit a tree near by and it starts pouring rain! It was raining so hard we could not see three feet in front of us. We lost everyone. So we went in our wagon and waited for about two hours until the storm passed. After a while we decided that obviously this storm was not blowing over so we kept going. I mean we had no other choice right? We had to stop after a while. It took a lot of energy. So we ate some bacon and we went to sleep. The next day it was yet again raining. I mean I am not complaining I prefer rain rather than sunny humid weather. So we kept going for about three days until the rain calmed down a little bit. It was still drizzling, but it was better.
We were traveling when we came upon a group of wagons. We rushed to it and saw that it was our wagon train, the one we lost in the storm! We all rejoyced and took a long break.
The next day I woke up before the sunrise. I had a cup of cofee and watched the sky as it turned orange then pink and then blue. We traveled for two weeks when we all finally came to Hackers Valley saftly.
Since then, our wagon train has not exactly split up. We all live about two miles away from each other. On the trail our supplies did run short but luckily we made it. We do not need many supplies now that we have a small cabin. We are going to expand our house next spring and work on a large mansion that will take a while but we are going to hire laborers to help us out.
Thinking back, there are many things I'd do differently if I could do this journey again. If I could do this journey again I would contribute more time into cleaning up my campsite and I would pack more firewood. I would also pack salt. Overall, however, our journey was a success because nobody died and we are all safe and happy. Nate Page went on to become a carpenter while his son took a liking to Dr. Dan and became an intern to his practice. Ruby Bryant became a abbolition and supported women's rights. Juan Hernandez became an outlaw and robs banks in the west. We see him often and he is a good man other than what he does, but he helps the poor by his "earnings". For myself I have became a architect while Kathleen has been running the shop. I have to go now and design our future house.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
Final Fate Dr.Dan
July 5, 1855
Dear Diary,
Our wagon train has been though so much together. We have had some hard times, but we have also had a lot of great ones. We have made it safely to the Hacker's Valley, West. Together. Now it has all come to an end. When we got to Hacker's Valley, we were so happy that we had gotten there in such a short time. We did not seetle down before we got to the west because we knew that the winter was fast approaching, and we wanted to get there before we got snowed in for the whole winter. Our wagon train will now go our seprate ways. We have not seen nate Page and his soon sence we left them, I hope that they are alright. I have heard that they have reached the west, but then I have also heard that they have died on the Burial grounds trail. I do hope that everyone on my wagon train will survive the winter without worries. My family are all here with me, but my daughter has gotten sick with Yellow fever and she is dying. I will try my best to save her, and keep the rest of my family well too.
If I could do this whole journey again I would make sure that all of the people on my wagon train were safe, and never got injured. That would be amazing, but it cannot happen. I have just gotten the news that Nate Page has died on the Burial Grounds trail. My whole family is very sad. We wished that he would have came with us on the much safer path. Luckly, his son had survived and he is living in the West trying to get a job. I will try to go see him often. I would also hope that we all get a new job, and I also hope that we all keep the rest of our families safe, and well. I would defiantly pick the same wagon train as I had gotten before, because they were the best wagon train in my opinion. When our wagon train split up it was very sad, I hope to see them all again very soon.
Our journey has finally ended. We have enjoyed our journey, but in some ways we wish we had never gone. We would all like to see each other again I think, and we will miss Nate Page very much as well. For now we will go our separate ways, maybe start to settle down and stay in the West for 5 years to get a piece of land. That would be lovely. I hope that will happen to all of us. We have all said good bye to each other, but that was 2 hours ago. My daughter had much fun with all of the children on the wagon train, and will miss them very much. My wife made friends with a lot of the wives on the trail. I made a lot of friends with the men, and husbands on the trail. All of the people were very kind to all of us. Now it has ended, and the journey will start again someday with new families on the journey to the West.
Dear Diary,
Our wagon train has been though so much together. We have had some hard times, but we have also had a lot of great ones. We have made it safely to the Hacker's Valley, West. Together. Now it has all come to an end. When we got to Hacker's Valley, we were so happy that we had gotten there in such a short time. We did not seetle down before we got to the west because we knew that the winter was fast approaching, and we wanted to get there before we got snowed in for the whole winter. Our wagon train will now go our seprate ways. We have not seen nate Page and his soon sence we left them, I hope that they are alright. I have heard that they have reached the west, but then I have also heard that they have died on the Burial grounds trail. I do hope that everyone on my wagon train will survive the winter without worries. My family are all here with me, but my daughter has gotten sick with Yellow fever and she is dying. I will try my best to save her, and keep the rest of my family well too.
If I could do this whole journey again I would make sure that all of the people on my wagon train were safe, and never got injured. That would be amazing, but it cannot happen. I have just gotten the news that Nate Page has died on the Burial Grounds trail. My whole family is very sad. We wished that he would have came with us on the much safer path. Luckly, his son had survived and he is living in the West trying to get a job. I will try to go see him often. I would also hope that we all get a new job, and I also hope that we all keep the rest of our families safe, and well. I would defiantly pick the same wagon train as I had gotten before, because they were the best wagon train in my opinion. When our wagon train split up it was very sad, I hope to see them all again very soon.
Our journey has finally ended. We have enjoyed our journey, but in some ways we wish we had never gone. We would all like to see each other again I think, and we will miss Nate Page very much as well. For now we will go our separate ways, maybe start to settle down and stay in the West for 5 years to get a piece of land. That would be lovely. I hope that will happen to all of us. We have all said good bye to each other, but that was 2 hours ago. My daughter had much fun with all of the children on the wagon train, and will miss them very much. My wife made friends with a lot of the wives on the trail. I made a lot of friends with the men, and husbands on the trail. All of the people were very kind to all of us. Now it has ended, and the journey will start again someday with new families on the journey to the West.
Final Fate, Ruby Bryant
November 29, 1854
It is fall, my favorite season of all times. The cool breeze from the wind, and the smells of sticky sap from the trees. The trees are amazing with the bright orange, red, and yellow colors all blended together, making a beautiful painting. It reminds me of home with all the trees surrounding the beautiful church.
We have made it safely to the Hacker Trail. And we are full of supplies since we hit paradise. A place where we could stack up on food and supplies. Since then, both Jacob and Anna have been able to eat healthy food and water to make them feel better. Nate Page and the rest of my wagon train found each other at paradise and continued our journey together. It would be too hard for him to travel by himself in the winter.
Walter Sanders wanted to get a better look of the prairie. So he decided to climb the Independence Rock which was very dangerous. The rock was about 500 ft tall. Walter was so excited to climb the huge rock.While he was climbing he lost his footing and fell off the rock and died. It was a terrifying sight. The cries coming from his wife and children came down like rivers on there soft cheeks. Our wagon train will have to work harder to finish the trip without him.
Even though winter is coming soon, our wagon train decides to move on if there is not much snow. We will stop and make shelter if there is too much snow.
If I were going to do this trip again, I would have taken a little bit more food and supplies, for example: more rope and another riffle.
I am glad that our wagon train is almost through the tedious journey. And I know I will have a better life in front of me.
It is fall, my favorite season of all times. The cool breeze from the wind, and the smells of sticky sap from the trees. The trees are amazing with the bright orange, red, and yellow colors all blended together, making a beautiful painting. It reminds me of home with all the trees surrounding the beautiful church.
We have made it safely to the Hacker Trail. And we are full of supplies since we hit paradise. A place where we could stack up on food and supplies. Since then, both Jacob and Anna have been able to eat healthy food and water to make them feel better. Nate Page and the rest of my wagon train found each other at paradise and continued our journey together. It would be too hard for him to travel by himself in the winter.
Walter Sanders wanted to get a better look of the prairie. So he decided to climb the Independence Rock which was very dangerous. The rock was about 500 ft tall. Walter was so excited to climb the huge rock.While he was climbing he lost his footing and fell off the rock and died. It was a terrifying sight. The cries coming from his wife and children came down like rivers on there soft cheeks. Our wagon train will have to work harder to finish the trip without him.
Even though winter is coming soon, our wagon train decides to move on if there is not much snow. We will stop and make shelter if there is too much snow.
If I were going to do this trip again, I would have taken a little bit more food and supplies, for example: more rope and another riffle.
I am glad that our wagon train is almost through the tedious journey. And I know I will have a better life in front of me.
Final Fate - Nate Page
Nate Page
My son and I split up with group and went on the dry, humid Burial Ground Trail Which happened to be a big mistake. If could had done this trail again i would have stayed with my group on the Cheyenne River Trail knowing that it was much safer then the Burial Ground Trail. James and I were almost out of the Burial Ground Trail When a blazing flaming arrow came out of a dried up dead bush and hit our wagon the fire spread like a wild fire on our wagon it engulfed our wagon with a burning hot flame my son and I got out of the wagon, and thought if we ran we maybe could meet up with the other half of our group that went on the Cheyenne River Trail. But the Indians caught up with us first and shot me in the back five times I could feel the thick warm dark red blood dripping from my chest. I told my son to keep running but he would not listen he tried to get me up but it was to late another arrow went through my chest and into his he died immediately. A Native American came up to me saw I was not part of the American military and told to his tribe in English we have made a big mistake. That is when it all when black from the searing pain and all the blood loss. I was looking forward to telling my wagon train all about the skirmishes with the Indians but i guess i made the wrong decision on which trail to go on my son and should not have chosen to go on the Burial Ground Trail. I guess my journey ends with the death of my son i wish it hadn't had to come to that.
Final Fate Juan Hernandez
Our wagon train has made it safely to Hacker's Valley with the exception of Nate Page. I have traveled another two miles from Hacker Valley to set up my farm. I have bought wheat and corn seeds to start out with, but I intend to extend my farming much farther. The place where I have made my temporary house is on a grassland that is flanked by a forest on my left, and a large prairie to my right. Around the forest there is a lake where I sometimes go fishing. I found my soul mate fishing there. When I first caught a glimpse of her, she had brown hair with dark blue eyes and she was wearing a purple dress with an apron over it. Her name was Selena Fox. She was looking for flowers to put in her garden when our eyes locked. I walked up to her and she looked me straight in the eyes and quickly kissed my cheek, so gently I could feel the creases in her lips. I walked back with her to her house and saw a small child in the window. Her name was Felicia. She called for her mom, and I asked Selena where her husband went. She answered that he died on the trail, but she had continued on for a better life for her child. Her house was beautifully crafted, however it was missing some materials. It had a wooden door frame, yet there was no door. There was a stone pathway leading up to the doorless house and the roof was a Gable Roof, meaning that there was two slanting pieces of wood connecting to a central point. The rest of the house was made out of wood with beautiful designs. My house is about three hundred feet from Selena's, so I can visit her often.
Nate Page died in a freak accident. We bought a tame horse from a man we met on the trail who decided he did not want it. Nate was riding it when the horse stepped on a sharp rock and bucked Nate straight off. Dr. Dan did all he could to save him but it was not enough. Poor Nate died on June 29, 1854. I still miss him to this day.
I do not know for certain where Ruby Bryant and Dr. Dan ended up, but I do know that Walter and Kathleen Sanders are about ten miles away from my house. Selena and I visit their children sometimes and play all sorts of games with them. The oldest is 24 and the youngest is seven. They have a booming sewing shop and receive about 10-15 customers a day. I have heard that Dr. Dan now is the top farmer in northern California, and I hope to visit him someday. I have not heard anything from Ruby Bryant since we parted ways on the trail.
I am looking forward to new beginnings here in Oregon with Selena and her child, and hope to start expanding my farming shortly.
Nate Page died in a freak accident. We bought a tame horse from a man we met on the trail who decided he did not want it. Nate was riding it when the horse stepped on a sharp rock and bucked Nate straight off. Dr. Dan did all he could to save him but it was not enough. Poor Nate died on June 29, 1854. I still miss him to this day.
I do not know for certain where Ruby Bryant and Dr. Dan ended up, but I do know that Walter and Kathleen Sanders are about ten miles away from my house. Selena and I visit their children sometimes and play all sorts of games with them. The oldest is 24 and the youngest is seven. They have a booming sewing shop and receive about 10-15 customers a day. I have heard that Dr. Dan now is the top farmer in northern California, and I hope to visit him someday. I have not heard anything from Ruby Bryant since we parted ways on the trail.
I am looking forward to new beginnings here in Oregon with Selena and her child, and hope to start expanding my farming shortly.
Monday, March 31, 2014
June 13, 1854 Walter and Kathleen Sanders
We are far into our trail now. We are, to be exact, at
prairie crossing. Our meals are fair and not to bad but, trust me they are not
the best! We are fed a small share. Each family decides how much each person
gets. For our family it is one dried fruit for breakfast and a half a pound of
beef with two vegetables. Those are only on the days when we do not go hunting.
When we do go hunting we have much more food and we split up whatever we found
in the wagon train. We are all a team. Except for Nate Page. His son and him
decide to go a bit solo. They take different trails than the group and separate
often. It is not that we are not found of him and exclude him; he just chooses
to go sometimes. But when the He does stay with us we do share many things with
him. He has a very different mind. There are not much homesteads on the trail. Our
provisions are good and we are doing very well. We are resolute to get to our
next checkpoint or fort. The boys in our family sleep under the wagon and the girls sleep in the covered wagon if there is enough room, if not then they can sleep outside. We are moving quiet fast too.
while on the trail we saw beautiful things that the human eye is incredulous that it is actually seeing it. The prairie is beautiful with lush grass and few trees, it is amazing. You can see so far out into the distance and it is amazing. We find many native plants, animal, and people. Everyone is friendly so far but I think I spoke too soon.
although it has been peaceful we have had some terrible things happen. Ruby bryyant fell into the fire and had burnt hand for a long time. We also had to split up our group so Nate page and his son will go on the burial grounds while the rest of the wagon train will go on the Cheyenne river trail. We also came upon a field that had such thick grass it delayed us and we had to cut a pathway to get through.
My family and I are holding in there as you would say. sometimes we can get a little emotional like every family should after leaving their home and we also have young children that complain all the time. Honestly I could not stand it so i left for a while and talked to the wagon train about our plan. I think our family will be just fine for the time being but, no one can tell what the future may hold so we will wait. Because we can.
while on the trail we saw beautiful things that the human eye is incredulous that it is actually seeing it. The prairie is beautiful with lush grass and few trees, it is amazing. You can see so far out into the distance and it is amazing. We find many native plants, animal, and people. Everyone is friendly so far but I think I spoke too soon.
although it has been peaceful we have had some terrible things happen. Ruby bryyant fell into the fire and had burnt hand for a long time. We also had to split up our group so Nate page and his son will go on the burial grounds while the rest of the wagon train will go on the Cheyenne river trail. We also came upon a field that had such thick grass it delayed us and we had to cut a pathway to get through.
My family and I are holding in there as you would say. sometimes we can get a little emotional like every family should after leaving their home and we also have young children that complain all the time. Honestly I could not stand it so i left for a while and talked to the wagon train about our plan. I think our family will be just fine for the time being but, no one can tell what the future may hold so we will wait. Because we can.
Nate Page April 13, 1854
Dear diary,
My wagon train and i have gotten along together very well no arguments or fight broke out while i was with them. I broke off of my wagon train to go on a faster but dangerous path. The wild oxen here have eaten a lot every piece of grace is trimmed perfectly short with leaving no food for my animals good thing i brought lots of food for all my animals. A while back we accidentally made a brush fire and had to high tale it of there it was spreading every where the blazing hot orange flame running across the plains trying to catch us. We have made many accidents along the way we even had a wagon train member fall into the fire when they were trying to cook dinner there hand where blistered like crazy bumps all over but thankfully we hada doctor in our train Dr.Dan helped that wagon member out she's fine now. I am now on a path that goes over indians sacred burial ground and The Native Americans here are said to be very hostile hope fully we will not be attacked as we our going over the burial grounds. Its just me and my son now on this dangerous trail it gets a little lonely out here by our selves. We sometimes think if we brought everything we needed of course we forgot some things but we forgot a family heirloom thats been bothering us for a while. I brought lots of water thankfully because there is barely any water on the trail my son and I are on, and thankfully its still potable. My son thinks this was a bad decision going on this perilous trail alone. My son james and I eat Bacon in the morning and dried beef in the evening sometimes i wonder if i brought enough food. Our sleeping habits aren't the bast and aren't the worst. Our dogs though they bark very loud at the coyotes at night i am thinking about tying their mouthes closed with rope next time. The prairie is plain not a single tree the grass is short where there is any and its fairly warm every day and as cold as ice in the night.
My wagon train and i have gotten along together very well no arguments or fight broke out while i was with them. I broke off of my wagon train to go on a faster but dangerous path. The wild oxen here have eaten a lot every piece of grace is trimmed perfectly short with leaving no food for my animals good thing i brought lots of food for all my animals. A while back we accidentally made a brush fire and had to high tale it of there it was spreading every where the blazing hot orange flame running across the plains trying to catch us. We have made many accidents along the way we even had a wagon train member fall into the fire when they were trying to cook dinner there hand where blistered like crazy bumps all over but thankfully we hada doctor in our train Dr.Dan helped that wagon member out she's fine now. I am now on a path that goes over indians sacred burial ground and The Native Americans here are said to be very hostile hope fully we will not be attacked as we our going over the burial grounds. Its just me and my son now on this dangerous trail it gets a little lonely out here by our selves. We sometimes think if we brought everything we needed of course we forgot some things but we forgot a family heirloom thats been bothering us for a while. I brought lots of water thankfully because there is barely any water on the trail my son and I are on, and thankfully its still potable. My son thinks this was a bad decision going on this perilous trail alone. My son james and I eat Bacon in the morning and dried beef in the evening sometimes i wonder if i brought enough food. Our sleeping habits aren't the bast and aren't the worst. Our dogs though they bark very loud at the coyotes at night i am thinking about tying their mouthes closed with rope next time. The prairie is plain not a single tree the grass is short where there is any and its fairly warm every day and as cold as ice in the night.
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