My name is Henry. My dad died when I was two. Now it's my turn to be the man of the house.
I'm really sore but I'm still hanging in there, literally, I was hanging off the side of the boat puking.
We decided to carry instead of run the rapids. It felt like I was slowly getting stabed in the back. I got set so far back behind I felt like giving up.
We decided to hug the shoreline, so if anything happened we were not stranded in the middle of Lake Superior. Thank goodness, we did because one of the seals broke underneath the boat. Thankfully everything was recovered and fixed.
When I saw that trading post I just thought there thinking to my self am I dreaming, or did God just give me hope?
I, Henery Folsom Wilford, declare that I will be finishing the rest of the journey. If you think about why I even did all this to get money why go home and miss out on all this money that you put your life on the line.