We are so used to comforts in every facet our our lives. I have a hard time imagining what it would have been like, living in the 18th century, crossing the country in a covered wagon on muddy or dry and dusty trails.
Obviously our forefathers were an ambitions bunch. I’m glad they had their adventurous spirit, otherwise Denver never would have been settled. Then where would I live? N.J? 🙂
