Spring 1806
Dear Mr. Jefferson, The journey was the Corps at its best. The journey was America at its best.
I felt the sun beating againsted my skin, the hot sand under my feet. I stood and watched waves crash down on the shore. I was speechless at that moment. Thoughts were racing in my mind about how far we've traveled, all they obstacles we've faced, I just couldn't believed what we had accomplished! This journey was a once and a lifetime opportunity and I think I can speak for everyone when I say, we couldn't have been happier about being on it.
We are the Corps. Considering how hard we've all worked just being here felt like a miracle. I felt renewed and stronger than before, I could tell everyone was feeling the same. The Captions were very generous and let us vote on where we wanted to go next, everyone was able to vote. I hope everyone is ready because were coming home.
Signed,
Christina
P.S. For my weekly labors, discoveries... for all my endeavors have brought to this journey, I believe I should be paid the grade of an A.
6 comments:
nice final blog i really like thedescription in the begining
amazing entry as usual. good job, i enjoyed reading your blog =)
Haha u wrote Crops at their best too...... haha
Good Job though!
Great job! everything was well written with great detail, it paid off because you did a wonderful job!;)
ur blog was so fun and easy to read!
great descriptions!
"I felt the sun beating againsted my skin, the hot sand under my feet. I stood and watched waves crash down on the shore. I was speechless at that moment." I LOVE THIS its very real!~~~~good job Christina
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