Oregon Trail

by Harrison Wheeler

Background

My name is Copen Hagen, I am a banker from Boston, Massachusetts and I brought five hundred dollars to support my family and I on the Oregon Trail. I brought my wife, Sharkiesha, my elderly father, Batman, my son, Alfonzo, my second son, Flavio, my daughter, Naqueda, and my second daughter, Consuela.

Day One

Today as a wagon train we start our journey along the Oregon Trail. One of the first important decisions we came across was to either wade across a medium sized river, or to take a ferry across. Although its obviously a smarter choice to take the ferry it costs twenty five dollars. Its free to wade across but their could be big consequences. As a wagon train we chose to risk it and go through the river. If I want to make it to Oregon I need to tell the others to make more conservative and safe choices.


After stopping the wagon for the day I went to go hunting. In the end I got lucky and got fifteen pounds of deer meat. That will add to the food supply which might turn out to be very important. Lets see if its worth a box of ammunition. Later he wagon train leader was called upon by a native american and he won a challenge and got us all twenty five dollars.

Day Two

Sadly my son Alfonzo fell of the wagon and broke his arm. This injury was a reminder of how dangerous the trip can be. Again the wagon leader, Steven, was called upon by a native american for a test. He won the test and we were all presented with two blankets and two boxes of ammunition.


There has been a drought and it keeps getting harder and harder to find water. There is no water nearby and tragedy could arise if we don't find any. Thankfully we all had water barrels so there was no need to worry about the water problem. We had the chose of taking a ferry across a river or wading it. This time our wagon train made the smarter choice of paying for the ferry ride. Its cost forty five dollars.

Day Three

Today we were heading down a native american burial ground, which was known to be dangerous, when we were offered by a group of native americans to turn around and leave safely. For the sake of time we kept going through the burial ground. We stayed very cautious because we could tell we were being watched.


Naqueda, my daughter, fell off the wagon and broke her leg. She is going to survive the injury but this is a big set back. I decided to go hunting but sadly came back empty handed, it was a big waste of ammo. We came across a deep river with a fast current and thought it would be a good idea to wade across it. Tragically my wagon flipped and I lost my dad. Today was most definitely the worst day of my life.

Day Four

To start off the day we got attacked by a group of native americans. In the fight Justin, a member of the wagon train, was shot in the arm. The wagon was also damaged in the fight and I lost a hundred pounds of supplies.


After that we came to the final and most difficult part of the journey. Our wagon train had to choose to either go back to a nearby town for the winter or go through an extremely dangerous snow pass and hope it hasn't been blocked up yet. The choice to go trough the snow pass was absolute suicide. We went up there anyway. It was too late, the path was blocked and we got snowed in. Its extremely cold, we were not prepared for this. I think we are all going to die...........