The last couple of months have been dreadful. It was filled with exhaustion, boredom, false hope, and above all, plenty of freezing. It all started when we left the steamboat that brought Martin and me all the way from Seattle to the Yukon. The second we placed a foot on the ground, stampedes of other prospectors hurried along the harbor, as every moment that they were ahead of the others bought them a bigger chance in hitting it big in the mines. This is what they believed in the beginning, at least. Little did they know that we would all have to trek through what seemed like endless obstacles in order to make it to their desired destination. About two days had past when we officially began our expedition. We finally reached out first point,
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Others weren’t so lucky, as it seemed to become quite the contrary for many people, as we saw on the trail. We heard gunshots and argument erupting every hour, and as precautions, we had to repeatedly delay our expedition, which played on our patience. This was especially relevant when we reached a location called Pleasant Camp, ironically. Since so many people rested there with their equipment unattended before climbing up to Chilkoot pass, many robberies took place, making pleasant camp, not so pleasant. Our next destination was certainly the worst. We loathed the thought of this place ever since we departed from Seattle. It was finally time to climb the Golden Staircase. Not just once, but multiple times, going back and forth. This was because there was no way the donkeys were going to make it up a 45 degree angle that the mountain was leveled at, and there was no way we could all carry the thousands of pounds of items up there at one time. So three of us trekked up the mountain while two of us stayed at the bottom to guard our remaining things. Once we had one pile of supplies at the top of the mountain, one of us waited there to look after all of our belongings as well. We all rotated through this system until we finally placed the last piece
Others weren’t so lucky, as it seemed to become quite the contrary for many people, as we saw on the trail. We heard gunshots and argument erupting every hour, and as precautions, we had to repeatedly delay our expedition, which played on our patience. This was especially relevant when we reached a location called Pleasant Camp, ironically. Since so many people rested there with their equipment unattended before climbing up to Chilkoot pass, many robberies took place, making pleasant camp, not so pleasant. Our next destination was certainly the worst. We loathed the thought of this place ever since we departed from Seattle. It was finally time to climb the Golden Staircase. Not just once, but multiple times, going back and forth. This was because there was no way the donkeys were going to make it up a 45 degree angle that the mountain was leveled at, and there was no way we could all carry the thousands of pounds of items up there at one time. So three of us trekked up the mountain while two of us stayed at the bottom to guard our remaining things. Once we had one pile of supplies at the top of the mountain, one of us waited there to look after all of our belongings as well. We all rotated through this system until we finally placed the last piece