May 26th 1805
“Nature’s artistry” is what my grandmother called it. It was almost indescribable and definitely impossible to draw with paint. What extraordinary mountains….snow-peaked and reaching up to heaven. These were the Shining Mountains we anticipated. But, they were more gorgeous and more daunting. The thrill of seeing them was softened by the reality that we had to conquer them. I was grateful that we were nearly at the end of the Missouri. Now the hard part starts. I tried not to be fearful of crossing them, but knew what a huge challenge it would be.
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