Personal Narrative: Alcove Springs's Return

We left Fort Kearny and were following the South side of the Platte River. We reached the California Crossing yesterday and had to cross it using the sandbars people marked being safe enough for us to put our wagon on it. We had to cross it because we needed to follow the North Platte River. It was hard because the river wasn't deep enough and too wide for a ferry, so we had to cross it ourselves trusting what other people said it was safe to go. Fearing that we would make a mistake a mistake we listened to them and we made it across safely without anyone losing their wagons or losing their life's. Once we got a little further, we came to a very steep hill, that we had to go up, there was no way around it. We had the family with the lightest

Lorie Watkins Fulton believes that in Hemingway’s novel, The Sun Also Rises, Brett is on her journey to find happiness and peace for herself. Fulton states that Jake creates a negative image of Brett to the readers as he narrates. He makes her seem unsteady with her life as she goes around having sex with whoever she pleases. Fulton describes Jake as someone who did nothing to solve his problems or enjoy life to the fullest. Instead, he accepted his place in the world while Brett is out living her life. After the war, Brett pursuits a new lifestyle through religion but it seems like when Brett finally gets a chance, something always gets in the way of letting her in. The moment she enters, she sees that it's not for her so she leaves with

The first time I saw you, your smile mesmerized me and your laugh practically incapacitate my organism. Your mysterious eyes so profound that no conceivable mean to decipher the schema that your emotion unveil. The thought of you laughing right now can moisten the Mojave Desert; the echo of your voice is a manifestation equivalent to billions of neurotransmitters flushing into my hypothalamus at the speed of light. It enrages all the serotonin within my anatomy that I didn't know has existed. Now you know. And with silence, you have stolen my heart and every endogenous elements in my body. The thought of you has organically saturate the dopamine which will soon speed to my nuclei--everlastingly in my raphe core. The thought of you like testosterone

Weather was not good on the trails thunderstorms caused big damage to travelers and were uncontrollable. In the essay “Hard times on the Oregon Trail” the author says “Great thunderstorms took their toll on travelers.” (Journey along). Emigrants on the Oregon trail would not have a good time while on the trail while there was a thunderstorm, these thunderstorms caused their OX’s to be scared, and they would make rivers stir up and make them unable to get through. The emigrants did not have anything to stop or protect them from these storms they had to go through with them. Emigrants on the Oregon trail did not have an easy way to stay safe as said, “Half a dozen people were killed by lightning strikes and many others were injured by hail the size of apples.” (Journey along). This harsh weather the emigrants had to deal with was deadly the emigrants had no protection from the lightning and hail the size of

Anyway, while we are on our journey we just met Kansas River before reaching Alcove Springs. So we had to buy a raft to cross the river which cost 1 dollar. Otherwise will try going around it but I’m afraid our family will get lost. So we all got to buy a raft and crossed the river safely. The water had rushed a little bit then our stuff kind of tumble over. Plus it took a while because our Oxen are

In our journey, one difficulty that we had experienced was the new sicknesses we were forced to endure. For one, on July 7th, near St. Michael’s Meadow (present day St. Joseph, Missouri), Clark wrote: “…one many was very sick, struck with the Sun.” This shows how while on our journey, we had faced multiple sickness that needed a large amount of attention to be cured. Another hardship that we had faced during the expedition was creating a shelter stable and secure enough to keep us safe during the night. When we first created this, we only had one branch stabilizing the top part of the shelter, causing the top part to collapse, therefore breaking the whole refuge. Moreover, when we finished reinforcing the structure, it was a struggle to cover

I knew that it was the perfect day to go out and explore an incredible place.

I stopped for a moment to get out my flashlight and head lamp before it became pitch black. Light works differently in the woods. There is no light unless it is from the sun or the moon. There are no streetlamps or houses with a light on just, dark. It was absolutely frigid once the sun vanished behind the mountains. I was walking up the road that leads in to the camp. The first that hit me was the smell of rancor, The un-mistakable smell of water mixing with soil. The stream was running strong pushing clear all of the leaves that have drifted down from the trees. The stream was flowed like a small reviver collecting all the water from the rain. I set up my hammock just next to it in-between two towering scrub oak trees with squires flying between them and fell asleep to the sound of the trees talking and the streams

The book “She Said Yes”by Misty Bernall is a story about a girl who died for believing in Christ. Cassie Bernall was born in Colorado on November 6, 1981. Cassie was a student at Columbine High School when the tragedy occurred. Cassie died on April 20, 1999 at the age of 17 by a gunshot. Cassie was claimed to be shot by two of her fellow students, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. Cassie showed everyone how strong of a Christian she was by answering “yes” to the question the two shooters asked her, “Are you a Christian?” What would you have answered?

We leave Fort Kearny and we are going to follow another giver called the Platte River for 170 miles which is a long way Lauren has been dying from her blisters on her feet but my wife hasn't been as bad, so Lauren has been taking seats and basically shifts with my wife. Jimmy and I don't have to worry about that because we don't have tight boots. On the way to the California. Rossing we have seen many different things such as pieces of wagons, dead animals from the storm and even worst but we have tried to block those thing out of our head and get through this

Two days of staying at Alcove Springs and now we get to leave to get back on the trip. We are just arriving at Fort Kearny, after taking us twelve days to get here. On our way we had a problem,the wheel that we didn't replace split right in the center. It was unfixable and we didn't have a spare, luckily the Colloni’s had an extra wheel that they let us have. I felt bad for just taking it, so I payed him five dollars for it. We are so lucky to have good people traveling with. Later on we were in the open parries when a nasty storm came to us, it was hailing, raining and very strong winds. To have any chance at surviving, we made a circle with our wagons, and put the animals under them. We grabbed blankets or anything we had to wrap ourselves

I arrived home and started planning my grand vacation. I only had tomorrow to wait before it was finally here and I could not wait any longer. I took out a sheet of paper and started to jot down things I would need to have for our trip during this break.

Breakfast didn't have to many mosquitoes in them, and rounding up the oxen, chicken, and cows were quite easier than normal. Today is going to be a good day I thought to myself. We were all traveling behind the leader, when he stopped at this bubbling pool of water. He screamed, We're here! I had no clue what here was but I just followed what everyone else was doing. They said we could wash our clothes here and clean up everything, so I did. It was very warm water, and I thought it was boiling but it was just from ancient volcanic activity. All of our clothes were washed and I was right about the good day I was going to have. For some reason I wasn't sore or tired when I woke up, so that led me to believe that I was going to have a good day. We left Soda Spring around lunch time and our next stop was Fort Hall. I heard Fort Hall you can trade things for hats and other types of clothing. When we get there I'm going to buy a hat to keep the sun out of my eyes. I heard you can also buy other things like repair kits and that stuff. We reached Fort Hall at about 6 o'clock at night. We decided to rest for the rest of the day, because there's no point to go out for 2 hours to move on the journey. In the morning we left at 6 because we forgot to wake up, and we left Fort Hall. About a week and a half later we came upon the Three Island Crossing. Now we had to cross the snake river. Our choices were to ride a ferry along the shallow looking river, or float along the river with the wagon and making our animals swim. I talked to Mr. Swanson about this because I didn't want to try and guide my oxen and cow along the river, that just seems outrageous. I finally convinced him to make us take the ferry, because it would be a lot easier and the cost is only $20. We made it across easy with nothing bad happening, and now we are on the other side. I'm afraid one of these days I will accidentally drop

the wagons were long gone. Some men went to try to get help but they got

Riding along the Oregon Trail can be treacherous, risky, and at times perilous. Some aspects that make it so dangerous are: hunger, disease, suicide, a broken wagon, falling out of the wagon and getting run over by the wheels, Indians attacking, and … storms. Believe it or not , storms cause substantial amounts of trouble. I am fortunate enough to say, I, Dahlia Clark, lived to tell about it.