We seem to have made it over the rockies, though trail is still rough and going is slow.
They tend to rate higher on the extremely treacherous scale, and are much, much deeper than before.
Not really. I just wanted to say "Butte". ACTUALLY notable is that the area continues to be scarce in drinkable water.
We ran through the dried goods aside from the rice, and i was obliged to trade a large amount of freshly hunted meat for some fresh fruit, beans, and potatoes. Certainly nothing we can't replace. The Rockies offer larger, if rarer game, including moose and bear. Nabbed some goats too. However, game overall is becoming more scare. Very few deer are appearing, and these have been a staple until now. I've decided to hunt more often in the hopes of stockpiling in case we get caught in winter.
Unfortuantely, the wagon tipped over halfway down. We lost some bacon and our last remaining ladle. Like for soup. I don't remember where we got one in the first place. We also lost a large amount of gunpowder (ouch), but we have plenty left to make do with.
By continuing down the hill, we have entered Wyoming. The trail has become *much* easier, though still very dry. We've gone through many areas where no water is available at all.
We retain
20.82 in funds. Shall we shop?
This individual is hip with the youngster lingo
Things have become remarkably unexciting, nary a 6th life-threatening disease or spooky abandoned death wagon to be found. Notably, the locals confirm that this is where the trail branches south for those heading to California.
Fun fact: While perusing the local traders' wares, I've found that fishing poles, spears, and nets have been an option. Presumably one can acquire fish from rivers and streams.