Asphyxiation

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

Vitamin B12 is important in the growth of cells. The body needs the cells to carry oxygen and nutrients to the body. B12 also works with the nervous system function. It makes up are bodies genetic material, and is essential for the production of red blood cells.

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

They say that only the Native Americans died on this trail, but along with the Native Americans, there were piles soldiers that led trail that died as well. They had a lack of food and

Then they ran into a man by the last name of Kleiman. He warned the group that the road ahead was very tough and that Hastings had trouble on the route himself. Kleiman told Mr. Donner NOT to take Hastings route, but the Donner party continued despite their warning. Mr. Hastings promised the party that he would wait for them at a fort along the way to California. When the party reached the fort, Hastings had already gone ahead a week earlier with another group. He left simple instructions for the Donner party to follow telling them it would not take long to get to Salt Lake. Then they turned off track into the wilderness. It took 6 days to chop through to Big Mountain and one month to reach Salt Lake rather than the week they had been promised. After 3 days they ran out of water and Reed’s oxen ran away and could not be found. Thirty-six oxen were lost and wagons had to be left behind in order to get over the mountain. Then Reed killed Schneider because he was whipping the oxen. Everyone was going mad. Indians killed 21 more oxen and then the Donner axle broke on the first wagon. To make things worse, they encountered blizzard like snow and sleet. If they had rested 4 days instead of 5 they would have made it through to California safely without having to deal with any of the conditions mentioned above. It turns out that Hastings “shortcut” was actually

them ended up dead. Some of those on the Trail of Tears even killed themselves on the

On the journey, there were many dangers the Corps of Discovery faced. June 15, 1805, something unexpected happened. Lewis was out hunting on his own, he had shot a buffalo and as the buffalo fell to the ground, a grizzly bear came running towards him. Lewis’ gun was not loaded, so he did the first thing that came to mind. There was a river nearby so he ran into the water, the bear stopped running, and turned the other direction. As Lewis and Clark arrived at the camp Nez Perce, the tribe did not trust the Corps of Discovery. While the Corps stayed at the camp, some of the men got very ill from eating unfamiliar foods. The Nez Perce tribe thought about killing the weak men, but a young Native, Watkuweis stopped the tribe from doing any harm.

So they started walking towards Canada. They went through Yellowstone park. Then they went up to Canyon Creek and got attacked there. It was a long journey up to Canada. They were getting sick and were dying off.

They traveled for over seven months struggling through deaths, dangers, and hardships that had them hanging on their last few strings of life. They faced things such as animals suffering from exhaustion and having to eat pretty much everything that they could find. This lasted until they reached Pierre Hole, their resting point. At prairie hole they were helped by believe it or not the “indians”. Pierre Hole was described as a “fine grassy plane among the mountains” and was where everyone nursed themselves back to health in a way. Here there was an abundance of meat that they feasted on and recouped. They got clean water and had a very social time with the “indians” learning about each other's stories and creating

In 1823 The Colorado Mountain Fur trade company owned by Captain Andre Henry. In Missouri men worked for the company to hunt and collect the fur to sell. The company of men were attacked and ravaged by Native Americans called, “Arikara or Reed.”The men who survived the raid escaped on boat by using the river. In the trading fur company was a man named, “Hugh Glass,”When Mr.Glass was wandering around in the YellowStone river he had a brutal encounter with a Grizzley Bear. Glass was found wounded with claw marks in his back and throat. He was willing to survive because two men who were suppose take care of him but left him to die this two men named, “John Fitzgerald and Jim Bridger.” Hugh Glass crawled for weeks until he gain strength to relocate

The very next day, they were sitting in some local diner, talking about the places they could explore. They could go hiking near Eklutna Lake, Flat Top, or Matanuska Glacier. A local man sitting at the table next to them was listening to their conversation and made a suggestion that they look into Seward. Seward was home of adventurous trails and about two hours away from Anchorage. So, they paid the check, threw random clothes and some deodorant into a backpack, filled the car with gas, and started driving to Seward, a place neither of them ever heard of before. When they reached Seward, somewhere around five o’clock, they checked into a hotel, ate some dinner, and then went hiking up until eleven at night. The next morning, at breakfast, they both agreed to hike the Harding Ice field Trail. This trail sat next to Exit Glacier and was suggested for experience hikers only, as it was considered very strenuous. Of course, Conner had been hiking the whole time he had been out in Alaska, but it had been about a year since his little sister went

They then had the next task of staying alive. Even though there were hundreds of overlanders traveling the same way, death was normal occurrences. Most think it was just the Indians causing the deaths but, it wasn’t. You had just plain bad people riding along these trails too, also starvation and illness played a huge role. Not everyone was bad, there were others that tried to warn people about the possibility of death by poisoning from the land. These warning were left on the side of the trails for passersby’s to see, they were written on skulls. I couldn’t imagine have to decide to leave a love ones skull on the side of the road.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

The howling of the wind brought my eyes to open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night, confusion washed over me as I came to realize I was in the desert. Distant landscapes of dry and worn rock surrounded me, and beneath my bare feet I felt the gritty sand caught between my toes. I was surrounded by those rocky hills and yet as I scanned the desolate desert it seemed never ending. The irony of the nighttime desert suddenly set into my body; that ghastly wind moving right through me and chilling my bones to that of splintering ice. The need to move started me forward though, and I felt a sharp ache all over, my body trying to fight against change. Was I lost? My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins