The sweat on my back was thick and the humidity in the air seemed much more dense then normal. I could just feel it. The salt in the air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. We had done it, finally we reached the pacific coast. The frontiersmen stopped to gaze out to our first look at the sea. It all seemed more like a dream to me or maybe what I imagined heaven to look like. I looked over to see Captain Clark with an ear to ear smile across his sweaty face. "Ocian in view! O! The joy!" His voice sang, echoing all around, traveling along the tops of Cascades mountain range. We all were still staring at the view.
I had thought that the Columbia River would never end or my arms would decide to fall off before we made it to the ocean. Paddling so much has really started to get to me. Now I was sore all over. It seemed at the time that we were close to a resting point in our expedition, but we thought wrong.
That day a storm came in and we still had to make camp and eat something. The Pacific Northwest weather had an ice wind to it and held a thick fog close to the shores. That was the most tiered I have felt so far on our expedition. Tomorrow I hope they let us sleep in.
amazing job on your story i loved it
ReplyDeletegreat description words! it's like you are really there!
ReplyDeleteHere's Johny! Just kidding it's Emily. Again, I like how you make it like you are actually there when everything happens.
ReplyDeleteAaah, Maddy. So nice to meet you. To hear your voice. To read your incredibly described accounts. Your words breathe life and emotion into both Watkuweis' story and our reaching the great western ocian. You write so well. If only I had known I would have had a grizzly chase you to your journal even sooner.
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Looking again at your entries. I see I should use one entry for Week 5 and one for Week 6. I have changed your pay then as follows.
ReplyDeleteWeek 5:C+(for one exceptional entry)
Week 6: C+ (for one exceptional entry)