Oregon FAIL 2
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brb_evilContinued from my previous post.
...it was like this the last time I did it too. Why I keep torturing myself like this I have no idea.
June 6, 1848
The fog is as thick as pea soup. I reckon we'll continue as usual.
As expected, we made it to West End of the Sublette Cutoff today.
This is agony. We will all fall into dust. I only wish I could send a message back...
Donna is very ill, and Jack has already died once and is finding it hard to continue in his dehydrated state. Martha continues to be rather well, and is looking after us the best she can.
June 9, 1848
We have been traveling for 100 days, today.
It rained. I only wish....Sarah and Rose could...
We are all feeling much better. I only hope that I don't let anyone else die...
It's my fault...
Sarah...
Rose...
June 12, 1848
We tipped the wagon and lost 34 pounds of bacon; 1 box of 20 bullets; 1 10-lb. sack of cornmeal; 2 10-lb. sacks of dried beans; and various other items.
Reached Smith’s Trading Post about noon--about time!
It is surreal to see a building. Something solid poking up from all that flat.
Donna, now that she is well again, has been very comforting. It throws me off a bit. I wish that there was something to be cheerful about again. But for now, my past overwhelms everything for me.
June 16, 1848
Misplaced my guidebook at Soda Springs today. Luckily we found it before leaving.
June 18, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
June 21, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
This morning it was very foggy. We decided to continue as usual.
All of this dust reminds me of the last time...happier times, I suppose. Sarah keeping up morale. Rose...being Rose. Sunsets and an attempt at chips with some scrounged butter and a frying pan. She's really gone now. Not trapped...just gone. How will I tell Jackie?
June 22, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
The fog is as thick as pea soup. I reckon we'll continue as usual.
I don't want to let Sarah down.
I told Martha of my intent to adopt Luke today. She wasn't entirely certain if it was a good idea but Donna overheard and said she thought it would be wonderful, unless he had friends and established relationships in which case I'd be upsetting everything he had left after Sarah. She's quite right...I wonder if there is anyone else...but I have a duty...
I can't stay still after all this, though. I need to run as far away as possible and occupy my mind or I WILL go mad.
June 25, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
June 26, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
June 27, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
We ran short of water and Jack is suffering from thirst. We will go slower.
Thirst again. I can't...I haven't wished for...my end this much since the end of the Time War.
But I can't. For the sake of those who remain, I need...
June 28, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
Came to Fort Hall. Had a talk with some of the other folks in the wagon train.
Purchased 2 gallon jugs of whiskey.
We have arrived at a Fort and I MUST buy more canteens. I sincerely hope it will do some good. Jack can hardly walk. Being Out Of Time doesn't seem to provide you with water.
July 1, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
I've been feeling rather awful lately, but we need to press on. SOMEONE must survive...
July 2, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
July 4, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
Today is Independence Day and we've decided to continue.
Today we saw American Falls. What a sight!
Independence Day...it was a little awkward for Donna, Martha and myself. Jack was fine, but at this point in time, we really we supposed to still be celebrating independence from the British and when you have the accent...
July 6, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
Mosquitoes. I worry.
July 7, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
We'll continue, despite the eternal mosquitoes.
Arrived at Raft River, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman.
I have no patience for Mr. Tillman any more and neither do the rest of us. I'm afraid that when he attempted to "help" us I lost my temper and punched him over.
I don't like the way this disastrous journey is changing me.
July 8, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
I can't understand why anyone would EVER want to camp.
July 14, 1848
Made an early start this morning; passed Caldron Linn.
Jack made us all forget our troubles for a while with a few amusing stories about his Torchwood Team, but shortly after, he faded off into silence.
He told me later that two members of his team had died saving Cardiff from his brother.
I try my best...but maybe it is true that death follows me. Would it be better if I did nothing at all? Or would it be worse with time in constant flux and no-one to stop it?
July 17, 1848
We tipped the wagon and lost 26 pounds of bacon; 1 box of 20 bullets; 3 pounds of coffee beans; 1 10-lb. sack of dried beans; and various other items.
July 18, 1848
We spotted a group of strangers and decided it would be best to wait to see what they do.
They moved on.
At this point, I don't particularly feel like meeting anyone new. I'd rather concentrate on those I need to protect.
Donna was reading over my shoulder. I wonder how long she's been doing that...she pointed out that she can protect herself perfectly well and that she thinks I'M the one who needs the protecting and that she'd be doing it. I appreciated the sentiment, even in the angry tone it was said in.
July 20, 1848
Heard some gunfire in the distance near Kanaka Rapids. Much concern all around.
We stopped along the trail to fish. We obtained 26 pounds of fish.
July 21, 1848
For a time today we feared we were lost. We were much relieved to find ourselves at an identifiable location, Thousand Springs.
Saw some Indians in the distance not far from Upper Salmon Falls. No incident, but some concern.
Our wagon train leader honestly nearly lost us. Martha kept insisting that we were going the wrong way but he wouldn't listen to her (and called her some very rude things that I am not going to do the honour of placing on paper). He would only listen once I stepped in and relayed the same information, although he talked down to me, saying that as an Englishman, I knew nothing about what being an American was really like: that I was fresh off the boat...
At that point, after we'd followed Martha's instructions (through me) we reached Thousand Springs. I think we've made an enemy.
July 23, 1848
It's mighty hot today. We’re going to slow down.
I hate the heat. Being in a constant simulated oven really illustrates the difference between the human and Gallifreyan bodies.
July 24, 1848
It's mighty hot today. We’re going to slow down.
I think I've probably been drinking more than my share of water but it's so hot...
July 26, 1848
A sudden thunderstorm caught us on the trail. I decided it is best to wait for conditions to improve.
I haven't seen a clear night sky for so long...I wish I wasn't so separated from the stars.
July 28, 1848
An accident caused the death of one of our oxen. We'll butcher the animal for meat.
We salvaged 245 pounds of meat.
Jack did this for us. Martha and Donna had no idea of how to go about it and I...still have some vegetarian tendencies. In this body I seem to be going the typical human way of pretending mostly that I don't know where it comes from.
July 31, 1848
Made it to Bruneau Sand Dunes.
The sand is EVERYWHERE.
August 2, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
As expected, we made it to Bruneau River today.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
You wouldn't think there could be so much dust around a river but there is...
It isn't deep enough to swim, and it's a little too violent too. I'd like to just immerse myself totally in the water to escape the heat for a little while--if we live through this I am ONLY going to planets with an average temperature of below freezing for the next decade.
August 3, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to continue as usual.
August 5, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
In good spirits today; got as far as Castle Butte.
Went gathering. We found edible Sow Thistle leaves, edible Sego Lily bulbs and edible Salsify roots.
Went gathering. We found edible Sow Thistle leaves, edible Sego Lily bulbs, edible Burdock roots and edible Prickly Pear pads.
Went gathering. We found edible Sunflower seeds, edible Burdock roots and edible Yucca flowers and pods.
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
August 6, 1848
We suffered a terrible loss. Martha has died of cholera. We plan to provide a proper burial.
Will any of us survive to Oregon?
Martha...she seemed fine...it was so abrupt.
All that we've been through and I lose her. I've made so many promises to so many families and I can't seem to help but break them horribly.
What will anyone in this wagon train do without her?
...what will I do without her?
August 7, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
I had begun to recover like I have had to so many times for so many people. Rose. Sarah. Astrid. The Master. The Time Lords. Romana. Adric. ...Susan.
I lose everyone, including, it seems, Martha. Every time I lose someone else, it's like all the others are dying all over again. I can hear them, see them.
And I never have a chance to fill my time here. It's always such emptiness. There is nothing to do but to think and to remember.
August 8, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
August 9, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Mr. Lumare figured we would reach Givens Hot Springs today, and he was right.
August 10, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
August 11, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
If I fill my time with meaningless chatter and reports, I can nearly push it to the back of my mind.
August 12, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
August 13, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
August 14, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
August 16, 1848
The animals are exhausted and can't continue. I've decided to stop and rest awhile.
August 17, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Confounded mosquitoes! There's no end to them! We'll continue.
I would welcome disease, only I don't want Donna...
I want to get her home safe.
I'm not safe.
I know I'm not safe.
I don't know if I'll ever be ready for Companions again.
August 18, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Rested for a time near East Cow Hollow.
August 19, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Mr. Tillman claims it's the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it's Lytle Pass
Mr. Tillman is a cunt. I don't even hesitate to use the word.
Well, a little.
But he will not stop bragging of his knowledge of the area.
And he insulted Rose and I was driven to punch him once more. That is, before Jack got to him. I left him to it.
.
Went gathering. We found edible Salsify roots and edible Thistle stems and flowers.
Went gathering. We found edible Sunflower seeds and edible Wavy-Leafed Thistle stems and flowers.
Went gathering. We found edible Sow Thistle leaves, edible Pinyon Pine seeds and edible Prickly Pear pads.
Fording the river looks to be our best option.
I am trying to glean us water from any available source.
August 21, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
Duststorm today. We hope for rain. For the time being, we'll wait for conditions to improve.
Everywhere is dry, and winter is fast approaching. We must make it there before...
I don't want--
August 22, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
August 24, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Felt somewhat weary today. Passed Farewell Bend.
I am always tired now. This is almost enough to sour me off Earth...it's certainly enough to make me swear off America.
August 25, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
August 27, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Enjoyed some good fiddle music today during our nooning near Burnt River Canyon.
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
The music made me feel better than I have for a while. I miss the TARDIS.
August 30, 1848
Jack has a bad cold. We're going to rest here awhile.
Something has gone awry with Jack. Whatever Rose did to him seems to be acting up. We are treating it like a cold, but without my TARDIS, I have no way of looking further into it.
August 31, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
We came upon some fallen rocks on the trail and decided to try to find another path.
Donna suffered a sprain. We'll soak in warm epsom saltwater.
Donna sprained her shoulder today when she tried to move an enormous fall of rocks by herself. She objected strongly to searching out a way around as she was very tired, went to heave at a rock and sprained her shoulder. It should be okay though.
September 2, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
September 4, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
Heard news of a murder and hanging last night near Flagstaff Hill. Enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
September 6, 1848
We rested at Flagstaff for a while, but Jack is still the same. We'll have to move on, I can't risk the winter.
September 9, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
Jack is better again.
Donna made me stop writing. She was worried. She says I "haven't been talking as much". It's true. It's just...hard when all there is is dust and rocks and sand and endlessness. At least there is some wonder to stars. All I see here is dust.
September 11, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
Our expectations of reaching Grande Ronde River were fulfilled this day.
Went gathering. We found edible Wild Onion bulbs, edible Yampa roots, edible Burdock roots and edible Juniper berries.
Went gathering. We found edible Sunflower seeds, edible Blue-bead Clintonia berries, edible Yampa roots and edible Sego Lily bulbs.
Went gathering. We found edible Huckleberries.
Decided to ford the river.
September 15, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Rested for a time near Emigrant Springs.
September 16, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
Happened upon a fresh grave near Deadman Pass. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.
As if I need anything else. Donna and Jack are a constant comfort. We've all lost so much...a proper depressed lot we must make.
I don't know what I'd do without them.
September 17, 1848
We have been traveling for 200 days, today. Will we never arrive?
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
200 days.
If only...
If only I could cross back over my own timeline. I want all of this to be erased.
September 18, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
In good spirits today; got as far as Doe Canyon.
September 19, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Made it to Umatilla Valley.
September 20, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of Umatilla River.
We stopped along the trail to fish. We obtained 46 pounds of fish.
Jack pointed out that we are running out of food, so we've stopped to make an expedition of food gathering. We are lucky that Jack is such a good fisher.
September 21, 1848
Went gathering. We found edible Dandelion leaves and roots, edible Black Mustard greens and edible Elderberries.
Went gathering. We found edible Rose hips, edible Salsify roots and edible Blue-bead Clintonia berries.
We stopped along the trail to fish. We obtained 54 pounds of fish.
Went gathering. We found edible Arrowhead roots, edible Salsify roots and edible Sumac berries.
Went gathering. We found edible Sumac berries, edible Dandelion leaves and roots, edible Black Mustard greens and edible Sunflower seeds.
Went gathering. We found edible Sumac berries, edible Elderberries and edible Blue-bead Clintonia berries.
Decided to ford the river.
Today our labors were rewarded with the sight of Trail Junction at the Umatilla River.
Donna stopped me from being maudlin over roses today and in return, I prevented her from poisoning us all with half her gathered findings.
September 23, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
September 24, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
Near Echo Meadows, had a wagon train meeting to discuss our current circumstances.
We are all running out of everything. Including settlers. Other wagons have had losses as severe as our own and our morale is extremely low. But we need to move on. It's all any of us have left.
Well, each other as well.
And the wagons.
I would kill---well, maybe not kill but severely injure for some fresh fruit. I ate my last pocket banana two months back.
September 27, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
September 28, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
Nooned at Four Mile Canyon.
October 1, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
October 2, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
Heard news of a murder and hanging last night near McDonald Ford of the John Day River. Enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
Went gathering. We found edible Yellow Pond Lily tubers and edible Black Raspberries.
Went gathering. We found edible Wild Onion bulbs.
Went gathering. We found edible Elderberries, edible Wild Onion bulbs and edible Currants.
Went gathering. We found edible Currants and edible Elderberries.
Went gathering. We found edible Prairie Poppymallow roots and edible Evening Primrose leaves and roots.
Decided to ford the river.
October 4, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
October 5, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
Today we saw Biggs Junction. What a sight!
All right. That was a bit sarcastic.
I have recently been taking more and more solace from my tracking device. It means that there is still a TARDIS---a home for me to return to. At this point, it is that comfort I need above anything else.
October 7, 1848
The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to continue as usual.
Sang and told stories around the noon campfire near The Dalles.
The wagon train reached Barlow Toll Road this day.
We all need this help...something to help us forget. Well, if only for a while. The memory is always there.
October 11, 1848
The animals are exhausted and can't continue. I've decided to stop and rest awhile.
We are taking the Road rather than the River...I hope this proves the right decision. Donna says she'd rather be a bit longer to arrive and alive, then quickly dead and I am inclined to agree, although Jack is certain we could have made the river. Only time will tell.
October 14, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
October 15, 1848
We're nearly choking on the dust of the trail. We've decided to continue as usual.
The fog was awful this morning. We decided to continue as usual.
The trail continues to provide wonders and surprises! Today we made it to Tygh Valley.
We found a rattlesnake today. Or, rather, Jack found its teeth with his ankle, and passed out. Donna and I had to get him out of the way without being bitten ourselves and also without alerting the rest of the train to Jack's invulnerability. I told them that I was a very good Doctor but I'm afraid that they'll be expecting miracles of me from now on.
October 16, 1848
The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to continue as usual.
Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to continue as usual.
October 19, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
It was extremely foggy early today. We figured it was best to continue as usual.
Passed Barlow Pass. Road fair to middling.
Enjoyed a cup of coffee with Mr. Lumare today at noon near Summit Meadows.
Dust and fog. How will I ever deal with other traveling again?
I have thought about it and realise that I intend to go back and retrieve the bodies of those we have lost so that they may have a proper burial away from this horrible land. Their families...I'm not sure if they'll.....
It seems very macabre. But I will have to ask them. They deserve at least that.
October 22, 1848
The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will continue as usual.
October 23, 1848
We hope for some rain to settle the dust. For the time being, we'll continue as usual.
October 25, 1848
Rested for a time near Sandy River Toll Bridge.
Everywhere is muddy. The bottom of my coat is constantly dripping.
October 29, 1848
Arrived today at Oregon City!! At last we have reached our destination! Truly this is the land of opportunity!
...Right.
I have managed finally to find the TARDIS. She was as upset as I am but I think...we can help each other. Donna, Jack and I will go back for...the others and then I will deal with their families. Somehow.
But first, I MUST find out what is wrong with my TARDIS. I don't want this to ever happen again. I don't know if I could SURVIVE this ever happening again.
Donna says she'd like to go home to her mum and granddad for a bit and...well, I don't blame her. But I hope she comes back. She's brilliant and...with Jack returning to Torchwood she's all I have left.
...it was like this the last time I did it too. Why I keep torturing myself like this I have no idea.
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