.... if we could make at least ten miles a day, we would be on our land in twelve or thirteen days. Today they said we went eleven and a half miles. They could tell by this contraption that is fastened to the wagon wheel. Have you ever seen one? It is called an odometer.
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| This funny looking contraption is how we kept track of how many miles we went each day. Photo by Ned Eddins - all rights reserved |
I'm hoping for good weather, because wet ground makes for slow travel. It is September, though, and we've been told in Oregon that means rain.I'm working to take my mind off how fast - or slow - we are going, by planning what to buy as soon as we get to a store. The prices at the small places we have stopped so far have been too high. We are not that desperate. We have had to be careful about using up our food, because we could not depend on finding game to make it go farther. We had to plan for the worst and hope for the best, so that if we were delayed in our travel, we wouldn't run out of food. Too tired and sleepy to write more, Louisa.Good night!
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