I have spent twenty six days walking alongside this wagon, and let me tell you, we could not have reached Fort Kearny fast enough. I am both mentally and physically exhausted from walking all day. My feet have terrible blisters from my impractical shoes, and my mind goes numb while all I do is walk, ALL. DAY. The only time my brain is jolted from it’s zombie like state is when we meet an Indian. Luckily, all of them have been friendly so far, and have offered tips on how to cross rivers, which is another problem. The rivers are cold and fast, and it’s terrifying trying to cross them with Dixie and Keith(We named the oxen, they were too sweet not to.) More terrifying than rivers or friendly Indians, however, was when a small baby in our wagon
