Alcove Springs is beautiful. The crystal clear water and the ten foot waterfall. The air is so fresh and the sky is so blue, much more blue than in Philadelphia. The only problem is the mosquitoes. They are everywhere. It has been a week since we left Independence and a lot has happened. When we left, there was a pile-up. Everyone was leaving at once, and one man was in such a hurry, he ran into the back of my wagon. It didn't hurt my wagon, but he broke one of his horse’s legs. A mile or two up the path, I noticed my oxen were going much slower than everyone else's. We had to decide what to throw out. I suggested we throw out one of the bags of feed for the oxen. I am happy we got to keep the chests of clothes and our water barrel.
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It wasn’t. The trail is barely anything more than a set of parallel lines in the ground. I was excited to move to Oregon, but now, I’m not sure. I was kind of expecting an actual trail. The mosquitos here at Alcove Springs are very annoying. They get into every nook add crannie on a human. It is almost like swimming in mosquitos, they are so thick. You have to plaster yourself in mud, but that is only temporary relief. When the mud dries, it dries up your skin. It about weighing your pros and cons. Dry skin or being eaten up by mosquitos. I would rather have dry skin. I am not yet used to the routine involved in trail life, so I have to write it down to remember. I get up at four. I wake Caroline to get breakfast cooking. I get my oxen fed and hooked to the wagon. I pack the wagon with our sleeping bags. The whole train eats breakfast together and we all clean up from breakfast. Then we travel until about noon. Then, we stop for lunch. We rest for a bit, and then continue traveling until about six. We stop for the night and cook supper. After supper, we have time for entertainment. We listen to Pat play his harmonica, and Roger accompanies him with his guitar. We dance to the tunes they come up with. At nine, we finally hit the hay. Early to bed, early to rise, I guess. I am just tired. Yesterday morning, I fell asleep at the reigns. I nearly crashed my wagon into a rock. But don’t worry, I will get used
It wasn’t. The trail is barely anything more than a set of parallel lines in the ground. I was excited to move to Oregon, but now, I’m not sure. I was kind of expecting an actual trail. The mosquitos here at Alcove Springs are very annoying. They get into every nook add crannie on a human. It is almost like swimming in mosquitos, they are so thick. You have to plaster yourself in mud, but that is only temporary relief. When the mud dries, it dries up your skin. It about weighing your pros and cons. Dry skin or being eaten up by mosquitos. I would rather have dry skin. I am not yet used to the routine involved in trail life, so I have to write it down to remember. I get up at four. I wake Caroline to get breakfast cooking. I get my oxen fed and hooked to the wagon. I pack the wagon with our sleeping bags. The whole train eats breakfast together and we all clean up from breakfast. Then we travel until about noon. Then, we stop for lunch. We rest for a bit, and then continue traveling until about six. We stop for the night and cook supper. After supper, we have time for entertainment. We listen to Pat play his harmonica, and Roger accompanies him with his guitar. We dance to the tunes they come up with. At nine, we finally hit the hay. Early to bed, early to rise, I guess. I am just tired. Yesterday morning, I fell asleep at the reigns. I nearly crashed my wagon into a rock. But don’t worry, I will get used