The Mountains

August 29, 1805

I have faced many perils on this journey, but i fear that my experiences have not prepared me for the deadly mountains we are about to face.  Ever since our departure i have feared the mountains.  I have tried to drive the fear away from me but it has always comes back, like a stubborn animal.  I tried to smother the thought of the harsh conditions, but when ever they were mentioned, the flame would ignite and  i would be engulfed by worrisome.  I hate the bitter cold when all plant are dead and withered away by the frost.  I need life, plants flourishing, an array of colors to enjoy.  I trust our guide, Old Toby to get us through safely and quickly.  Our horse will provide us quick transportation of gear and men.  They may also provide food when times get tough.