The Most Terrible Mountains

Late Summer, 1805. I can't wait to pass these mountains. There is almost nothing to eat up here. We are so used to one man eating nine pounds of meat a day that right now we feel and are starving. Old Toby, the person showing us the way across the mountains, got us lost. There was around eight inches of snow and we could barely walk. We had to boil snow over a camp fire to get water because there is almost no water up here. Because of some of the trails the horses fall of the ledge. We've killed two horses to eat. We had to kill a horse that fell off the ledge. We made it to a hot spring but the men were to tired to take their clothes off so that they could go in. Only a couple people had enough energy to take there moccasins of so that they could dunk their feet in. I can't wait to pass these mountains!