Dear Diary, September 16th, 1805
Today, we have come upon traveling on the most horrible mountains on the voyage thus far. The treacherous climb has created many injuries, for the horses slip every couple minutes down steep hills covered in deep snow and hazardous trees. With the men on their backs, I can't imagine the pain they went through. I fear I will discover this deep piercing pain sometime soon. If winter starts to interfere too much with our journey, I'm afraid our middle chapters in life will end. I pray every night for our success, and that we will reach the ocean successfully.
Amanda, what a wonderful and varied group of entries for Week 5! A birthday . . . a miracle . . . some giant mountains . . . some delicious food . . . horrible conditions . . . all described with such care. And how could I forget your poem. Thank you so much for putting so much energy and dedication into getting us to the ocean. I hope you make it.
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