The fresh mountain air blows into your face, waking you up completely and getting you ready for the trouble in store. Maybe meeting wild beasts along the way, or losing our food supply, it is always something. Yet, right now you push all the troubles out of your mind as you gaze at the beautiful mountains. You are just astounded at how peaceful it looks. You are here, in the Rocky Mountains. The year is 1803, you are on a expedition with Lewis and Clark. You gaze is set upon a peculiar tree, so peculiar that you decide to take note of it. You take out a piece of charcol and your journal and start sketching. Sacagawea was playing with her baby along the side of the Camp. Her husband, Toiussant Charboneau, was counting the remaining food supply. York was out with Clark, hunting our breakfast. Lewis was surveying the land, all the other men were waking up getting ready, just like me!
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