May 2, 1848

    Heavy fog.  Lost 1 day.

~::whistles innocently::~

May 4, 1848

    Bad water.

    No grass for the oxen.

(Oh no! Bessy, Gracie, Lulu, Charlie, Reginald, Junior Sirius, Quidditch, Carrie, Polly, Stephan!)

~^*Who?*^~

(The oxen!)

~You named an oxen Quidditch?~

^Makes sense to me.^

*It would.*

You named an oxen Junior Sirius?

~You want him to be traumatized?~

    We lost 5 pounds of food due to spoilage.

~Alright, I'm trying my hand at hunting again.~

May 5, 1848

~Oh, nice area. Come to me little woodland creatures and seal your fate...~

    We shot 26 pounds of meat.

~Goddammit.~

^You just aren't a killer Remus.^

(Peter is.)

^I know and I'm still having trouble sorting that out.^

    No water.

At least it can't get any worse.

(Peter! Shut up!)

Why.

~Peter, whenever someone says "it can't get any worse it always does.~

^Everyone knows that.^

*I didn't.*

(You aren't everyone.)

*What am I then?*

^A pain in the arse.^

*::glares::*

~Oh come on Snape, you set yourself up for that one.~

  Broken wagon wheel.

(See! What did I tell you!)

    We couldn't fix the wagon wheel, but we replaced it from supplies.

May 10, 1848

    No water.

^Thanks for telling us, don't want to get our hopes up and all.^

{Just wait til you all end up dying right before Oregon.}

(There it is again!)

^There what is?^

(The voice!)

~Sirius, there is no voice.~

(How do you know? I'm the one hearing it!)

*Well you aren't exactly the poster child for sanity.*

(Oh, and you are?)

May 12, 1848

    We found some wild fruit.

~^(Yeah!)^~

*You're that excited over fruit?*

It's the little things.

    Bad water.

~Better than no water.~

May 13, 1848

    No water.

~Spoke too soon.~   

We found an abandoned wagon containing:

     35 bullets

~^(Whoo-hoo!)^~

(We love bullets!)

*You're all going to end up in Azkaban before you're twenty.*

May 14, 1848

    Bad water.

    We lost the trail for 5 days.

^How do you lose a trail?^

(Misplace it?)

*Pettigrew could probably manage it. He could lose his head.*

Hey, that was only once!

^It was Sirius's fault too.^  

Peter has the measles.

~Shall we rest?~

(Sure.)

May 16, 1848

    We decided to rest for a day.

One day? The ox got three.

May 17, 1848

    James is sick with typhoid fever.

(That's what the voice said!)

~Oh God, are you still on about that?~

(Yes! Oh nice of you to finally recognize me as God, but yeah! The voice said we were all going to die!)

~A you aren't God, B don't believe everything you hear.~

May 20, 1848

   We decided to rest for a day.

^Alright, so Peter and me are worth less than a nonexistant ox?^

~Apparently.~

Why isn't Snape getting sick?

~All that grease, not clean enough for germs.~

*::glares::*

May 23, 1848

    We have reached Independence Rock.

(::Drops to the floor and starts twitching::)

Anyone else notice that most of the landmarks are rocks?

^Yeah, the pioneers must've been going mad by the time they got this far.^

Must've been.   

~::looks at Sirius on the floor:: And here's living proof.~

Bad water.