Monday, 19th. 15 miles took us on to Big Sandy, which is likewise a branch of Green river — 2 buffalo were killed.
They are roughly at the halfway point of their journey. They have been traveling three months, and it will be another three months before they enter California (although they won’t know that they are in California for another two weeks after that.) They have traveled almost 1000 miles, and they have another almost 1000 miles to go.
But that was the easy half of the journey. Rolling over the prairie had its ups and downs (so to speak) but nothing compared to what they were about to encounter. Deserts and mountains and totally unknown territory lie before them. Here on the Big Sandy they know the name given the river because they have a trail guide with them. Captain Fitzpatrick had traveled this trail many times. There will soon come a time when the rivers are nameless.