Fort Laramie was quite enjoyable. We hadn't seen a civilized settlement like that for the past two hundred miles or so. We usually just end up finding a small landmark that we would quickly forget about. Well, except for Chimney Rock. Something about that place gave the oxen a fright, and I couldn't blame them.
We made our way to the next place, which a passing traveller told us was a place called Independence Rock. McTalksalot wasn't too much of a burden with his illness because we agreed early on to move slowly in order to allow him to rest. One thing I didn't understand about the professor was that he continued to stay awake despite his weakness, and possibly further his sickness. The group continuously told him to take a rest and that they could handle anything, which was actually quite accurate, but he insisted that he stay to help. I have to admire his determination, but it's still no excuse for rashness.
Fortunately one good night sleep later, he had recovered.
Looking at our current progress, our food supply was still ample, though some of our travellers, namely Redshirt. For an ensign, he really hasn't shown any of us that he had what it took to survive in this place. He's constantly feeding on our supply and barely helps with the chores. If it weren't for the fact that he was our navigator, which he also does poorly seeing as how we keep finding ourselves in heavy fog, he probably would have been thrown out to the wild a while ago.
But more on our dwindling food supply. We decided to wait until we got closer to buffalo territory to begin our hunt. When we took a quick survey of the land, we could only see the swift prairie dog and the occasional whitetail deer. We didn't want to waste our bullets on such small game, no matter how good of a shot our hunter Cannon Fodder was.
Redshirt's incompetence began to shine once more as he somehow navigated his way to a dry piece of dirt, where none of our oxen could feed. We would have to move quickly to the next settlement if we wanted our oxen to survive this journey.
Our troubles didn't stop there however, when we attempt to drink from a nearby pond only to find the water was extremely dirty. It seemed our good luck streak that followed us in the beginning of this journey was coming to an end.
As we continued to travel, our oxen went for three days without seeing any sort of grass. Things were beginning to look grim for our cattle. Nevertheless, we pushed on at a slow pace.
Redshirt showed a new level of stupidity one day when he somehow actually lost track of the trail. It took us an entire four days before Token Female was able to find our oxen droppings. Sometimes I think we should simply abandon the ensign and make Token our new navigator. Fortunately, while we were searching for the trail, we found some wild berries that could go into our food supply.
Thankfully we reached Independence Rock without any other problems. Now it was time to rest a bit before continuing.
Okay, basically, this is what happened this time:
We got hit with some fog, costing us 1 day.
Then the Professor got better again.
The oxen went three days straight without grass.
Then we lost the trail for 4 days.
During three of those four days, we kept finding wild berries (seriously).
And I decided not to hunt for now because there was really no point in wasting bullets on the deer and rabbits. We'll wait until the buffalo show up and I'll bag one of those.
Independence Rock is an important landmark and resting place along the Oregon Trail. It's a large natural formation, almost 200 feet tall, made of soft stone into which many travelers and traders have carved their names, initials, or brief messages (like "Call Sandy at 240-2347 for a good time). It gets its name from the fact that, in order to stay on schedule, travelers try to reach it no later than July 4th-Independence Day.
And finally, decision time:
Trade?
Also after typing this up, I realize I'm not much of a storyteller in this fashion.
If you guys want me to continue doing it like this, then text 1 to Darkfire. If you want a more humorous story, text 2 to Darkfire.