Personal Narrative Essay On Alcove Springs's Journey

During the summer before my Freshman year I went to hell and back, and by hell I mean Philmont scout ranch. Just a little background, Philmont scout ranch is 140,117 thousand acres of big rugged, dry, mountainous terrain. I knew what I was getting into, Ever since I joined boy scouts Philmont was regarded as the ultimate scouting experience, so of course i was pressured into that. Eventually summer rolled around and before I knew it I was on a train to New Mexico.

On the other hand, they also had to hurry because they still had to walk through three mountain passes, the Sierra Nevada to California, and had only time from Spring to Fall. One of the travelers had 'The Emigrants' Guide to Oregon and California' with them. Since different people meet and had to live with different characters, Tamsen Donner wrote: “We have of the best people in our company and some, too, that are not so good.” Since it was Spring, rain and storm were pretty common and stopped the group on the Big Blue River. For a few people it was already too much of what they can withstand and the first death was by Reeds grandma, the loss of her was tragically written down by Virginia Reed: “..We made a neat coffin, and buried her under a tree... We miss her very much.” So far, there were no other major difficulties for the travelers, it was a pretty smooth trip. Arriving to Fort Bridger about just a week behind schedule, there James Reed meets James Clyman, an old friend who thought that the Hastings shortcut is unpractical, the old way would be more safer, but Reed did not take the advice, he wanted to take the shortcut, probably by the thought that a shortcut in our life also gets us to our target faster.

the wagons were long gone. Some men went to try to get help but they got

Two more days passed by with nothing much exciting happening. The most exciting thing that did happen though, was when the Mosby's Rangers came into the woods and nearly made me wet my pants. I could definitely see why they frightened the Yankees, for I was on their side and they petrified me. They looked so fierce on top of their horses, with their weapons in their belts. At least I know the wagon train will be safe (I hope). Presently, we are on our way out of Stanardsville, heading for Gordonsvilile. Although we are on time, the wagon train will take more time than a single wagon because we have multiple teamsters that could have multiple problems. For example, if a teamster in the wagon train has one little problem, everyone will have to

We left a few days ago and we're on our way to our first landmark to pass is Alcove springs. We hear that the water there is very clear but is full of misquotes. It'll take us about a week to get there. So far things have been going just fine. We had to pay $1 to cross the Kansas River on a raft. We all made it safely across, but not everyone is feeling the best right now. Turns out Mrs. James is having second thoughts about leaving. She's already getting homesick and we've only been on the road for 3 days. I know her husband Fred isn't happy about the way she's felling, but they both seemed anxious to let's hope they'll keep up the pace.

The Cherokee marched through, biting cold, rains, and snow. Many people died during this trip from starvation, diseases, exposure,

Other soldiers gave up sleeping, when it got to cold, to sit in front of roaring fires (Kennett, 1995). The wind in the area sometimes combined with the rains and the cold air, nearly knocking over the tents of the soldiers and making them freeze into the night.

The only major problem that occurred was that our canvas ripped on the wagon. The animals and all of my family members made it alive and we are all safe. I had the extra canvas in our repair kit and it only took a couple minutes to fix it.

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

We left independence rock and are heading for the south pass we have traveled have the way and are stopping to rest and eat. A terrible thing has happened norm cline had shot himself while he was cleaning his gun, mary flag had found him when she had heard the noise , and larry mingo our doctor had said he was dead when he got there straight through the head, he had said it looked like an accident as if he hit the trigger while cleaning the barrel. The men had spent the day digging his grave while our wife's comforted norms family. We are back on track nobody wanted to beg the clines but they almost refused to

The journey to the Pacific Northwest was one of the most interesting and thrilling pioneer expeditions in history. Though this adventure ended up being successful there is no question that there were some moments that could have ended very horribly with multiple deaths. This was the case because there were a few times on their trip where their basic human needs just couldn’t be met. Times like this called for everyone to do anything they could to stay alive and quite often this wasn’t very pleasant. This is why when times got tough they needed to remember to make the right decisions for not just themselves but for their fellow travelers as well. These pioneers often struggled with having the right, food, water, clothing but mostly people to

This year’s family vacation was one for the books. With my aunt living in Tennessee, we do not get together as often as we would like so my family decided to go to Nashville, Tennessee. When we started our trip, it was 6 a.m. and it was nothing short of fun and laughter along the way. Never having been to Tennessee before, I figured I’d enjoy the eight-hour ride of sight-seeing and laughter with my family. When we were a few miles into the trip, the mountains of Georgia were breathtaking. While I was enjoying the scenery, another thing that I found enjoyable about this trip was the conversation that I had with my family. We went on talking about life in general, all the struggles, and childhood memories that we had. We even talked about years

January 1, 1862, was deceptively warm, and the men left their coats and blankets for the supply wagons to carry. Jackson was leading four brigades, three of whom knew nothing of his ways. The soldiers knew nothing of their general plans. That combined with the turn in the weather, made for a grumbling group. By sundown, the wind was howling and the temperature was plummeting. The next day the temperature did not get above freezing, snow was falling and the highways became hard and treacherous— and the men were without their overcoats and blankets. At one point Jackson had a choice between three roads and unwittingly picked the one in the worse condition. They made seven miles by nightfall, but they had still not had any food and were still without warm clothing. The supply wagons did not arrive till late that

I was shocked when I read out of the 100+ people one one wagon only 12 people survived the 10 day journey!!!!! I can’t even imagine the total number of deaths in all the wagons.

We made it to Whitman Mission. It’s burned down and there is nothing left. Literally everything is burned down. We met a family and they told us to go Fort Vancouver for supplies and then go to Oregon City but we decided to just travel the rest of the way to Oregon City without stopping. We leave for Oregon City today and we will get there in a few days. Betsy is sick once again and running low on energy. We finally make it about halfway and we get to The Dalles. It’s a nice place but now we got to go on the Barlow Road. It is pretty dumb but we have to pay a toll to use this road too. It came out as 2.80 total but we can’t spend much so instead we pay 1 dollar and we trade a cow.