Riding Through The Mountains By William Clark Summary

On May 14, 1804 a small group of men including myself, William Clark, were tasked with exploring where no American ever had -- the West. It began with a letter from Lewis, an old army companion, asking for my assistance on the journey. We road on the Corp of Discovery, where we found new plant and animal species along with natives. The west was riddled with Indian tribes, 50 of which we were privileged to meet. Some showed us open arms while others threatened us; either way, if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t have make it back. Riding through mountains, plains, and forests the crew finally made it to the Pacific. This astounding group of men did what many thought was impossible. Their resilience is the reason I am able to tell you the story of the
30 men, including myself (and Sacagawea), march the snowy slopes of the mountain. Times became desperate. Funny story, we once ran out of food to eat and all we had left were candles. Most crew members where do driven by hunger that they began to eat the disgusting wax and in some cases the horses carrying our goods. But just as every man thought those mountains would be the last thing they ever saw, we meet the Nez Perce. They gifted us with dried fish and roots. They were the most “a cheerful, sincere man”(http://www.hcn.org/issues/280/14923). By October of 1805, we were heading downstream and were making more progress than ever before. After nearly a year and a half of exhaustion and fortitude, we had made it to the much anticipated Pacific Ocean. Just as the rest of our achievement, more problems came. We sent up camp, Fort Clatsop, at the south bank. Everyone had accomplished so much, yet having rainy days and homesickness for a few months brought their spirits so low. No trading ship ever passed, so once again we headed back upriver. We road on five boats, which were often the target of stealing by the