A Voice from The Oregon Trail

Kevin Chon

Day 1

Dear journal, I decided to record my daily life on the Oregon Trail. Whoever finds this historical document, please take good care of it...


My expedition starts here. My name is Papi and I am a minister from Maryland. To accompany me, I have my wife and my four wonderful children. First, my wagon train had to cross the Missouri River, either by paying for a ferry or fording it. To be safe, we payed the $25 fee and continued our journey. My bank now contained $275. There were Native Americans along the way and they were very kind, I received 5 more lbs of wagon space. We got hungry along the way, so we decided to go hunting. Some people from our wagon wanted to hunt also, so we each used an ammunition box. I was lucky enough to get a haul of 25 lbs of meat.

Day 2

Day 1 wasn't so bad, now onto Day 2... A female from my group, Shannon, unfortunately was bit by a poisonous cobra. She then had to create an antidote that would cure the wound (but in reality she had to type a research paper). Continuing on the journey, we met a friendly Chief of a Native American tribe and he kindly gave us 5 blankets, 5 ammo boxes and we gained 1000 SPs. Tension rose when our wagon train needed 10+ barrels of water for speed points. Our collection consisted of 16 water barrels and we received 300 SP.

I am going to abbreviate speed points into SP because I need to preserve my energy for the traveling.

A second river faced us and only two people from my group forded the river, some brave souls if you ask me. One of the hardest decisions on this journey was a Fork in the Road. There was a trail to a Burial Ground or a trail to the Cheyenne River. Thankfully, we survived the Burial Grounds and then continued on. At the end of the day, our group had a good lead of 4500 SP.

Day 3

Shannon, the cobra victim, had successfully treated her snake wound and our wagon train received 200 SP. I would say our group was filled with courage, ambition and teamwork because the problems we faced were overcame by our perseverance. Although our choices were reckless, we made smart decisions. Tragedy again? We were affected after our BWU's were taken away from us, resulting in us having to lighten our load. Our wagon members had to discard any unwanted items along the trail which made us sad because we'll never know what type of things we'll need. Bailey McSwagster, a boy in my group, got stung by a scorpion. In comparison to Shannon, he had to make an antidote for the noxious poison (in reality, type a research paper). The majority of our members got hungry so we stopped by a grassy field filled with buffalo, elk and caribou. Some of the hunters successfully got the kill, but the others didn't so we had to share our rations. So far so good, but there was a shootout. Unfortunately, Shannon and I got shot in our right arm and we were unable to use them that day. On the bright side, it wasn't a vital organ that got affected, so we managed to take one for the team.
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Wagon Cart and buffalo

Corey, Steve. "Still ALIVE." Flickr. Yahoo!, 06 Jan. 2015. Web. 10 Mar. 2015.

Day 4

Today started great because Bailey had successfully cured himself from the scorpion bite, so we received 400 SP. As I noted yesterday, our group had to lighten our load but sadly, we were affected on how many pickaxes and shovels we had in our wagon because of a gravel slope in our way. Unfortunately, our group didn't have many tools that we brought along so we were heavily deducted by 1,250 SPs, in other words, we received 1,250 DPs (delay points). All of our raw meat expired so we were affected on how many non-dried food we had in our wagons. Us Americans had a surplus of bacon, but barely any vegetable products. This fate caused us huge trouble because we were penalized with 2,100 DPs. Our last hope revolved at an intersection where we met with 3 other wagon groups. After contemplating for about 5 minutes, we all decided to take the Snow Pass, a dreadful trail covered in -30 degrees weather. My hands are filled with frostbite and my body is aching. My whole group is weary and delirious from the harsh conditions of traveling. I will continue writing down noteworthy events that happen along the way.


I don't plan on making it to Oregon because our wagon just fell off the mountain and our wagon members are left here to die of hypothermia.


Farewell journal and farewell to my dreams for a new life.