June 23, 1805
I hate hail! I hate it! Its terrible. Little tiny ice pellets falling from the sky every wear you go, there's no escaping it. It like there's a bunch of people up in the sky dumbing musket balls on you 24/7. I cant sleep, I cant work, I cant function. The hail has slowed our progress down tremendously and I hope these constant storms will not endanger the expedition.
Too much hail!
ReplyDeleteHail is intense. i like ur discription
ReplyDeleteman you just have a way with words austin you so cool and talented and amazing i want to grow up to be jsut like you ( even though your younger than me ) ok but nice blog i like your entries and keep it up!!!!!
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