Ever since my family and I left home I have been dreaming of Oregon. If only my son could be with me. I still remember the screams of my son drowning. The nightmare haunts me and yet there is more to come.
I have made a few friends over the trail. One of them was James. He was a good fellow, very kind and nice. I still remember a lot of events like when Paul Brian's son died.
We had to make a lot of important decisions, like when we had to decide on which trail to take. The most important (maybe last) decision we had to make was when we hit Snow Pass. There was a lot of arguing because if we get to Snow Pass too late the whole trail will be buried, and we will be trapped. There was a lot of yelling. Some said we should go back to Paradise. Others said we should just head directly to Snow Pass. We finally decided on sending scouts (Paul Brian and I) ahead to see if the pass is clear or not.
I expect good things to happen next. This may be my last diary entry of my life, so whoever is reading this, good luck and always stay strong.