nilla
Proud Disney Pixie Dust Snorter
- Joined
- May 23, 2008
Expedition log, day 173
After spending the last six months in the hostile, frozen wilderness of Penn's Woods, our party finally has received word of our return home. Though we are still 186 days away, even the smallest glimmer of hope is welcome. The wait will seem like an eternity, but the knowledge that there is a light at the end of this tunnel will keep us pushing forward.
Expedition log, day 178
Visions of home brighten the spirits of our otherwise weary crew. We're supplementing our drab diet with dreams of the feasts that await us back home, though disagreements over preference persist. Still, we relish every opportunity to discuss our post-return plans. My initial reservations about our planned feast at the Italian trattoria remain, but anything is better than what we are forced to endure now.
Expedition log, day 179
Discussions of the harvest that awaits us on the other side continue to make up the bulk of our free time. Today, we documented our decisions, setting them in the proverbial stone...at least, for now. We still await news from the skippers about the availability of their canteen, but we are patient. After all, up here in the cold, time is in abundance. In the meantime, we agreed to push aside concerns about the legendary beast, opting to be a guest at the famed castle all the same.
Expedition log, day 196
Boredom has once again stoked our fears, and we decided to avoid the beast, taking our chances with the foul-reputationed Tremaine family instead. We will be gracious for their generosity, though their demeanor could be a bit more accommodating. News from the skipper has not yet come.
Expedition log, day 199
The days continue to pass, and we have still not heard a word from the skipper. We are starting to give up hope.
Expedition log, day 201
The crew's morale in regard to the skipper has hit rock bottom. We have moved on. The canteen will not be included in our plans upon our return.
Expedition log, day 202
Travel plans for our return have begun to formulate. Traveling south west seems likely.
Expedition log, day 205
I am unsure if it is the extended absense from home, the cravings brought on by the continuous talks of our post-return feasts, or simple boredom, but I have grown to despise the administrative work maintaining this expedition log requires. Though we are still several months from the end of our expedition, I am officially closing this log. There will be no further entries.
After spending the last six months in the hostile, frozen wilderness of Penn's Woods, our party finally has received word of our return home. Though we are still 186 days away, even the smallest glimmer of hope is welcome. The wait will seem like an eternity, but the knowledge that there is a light at the end of this tunnel will keep us pushing forward.
Expedition log, day 178
Visions of home brighten the spirits of our otherwise weary crew. We're supplementing our drab diet with dreams of the feasts that await us back home, though disagreements over preference persist. Still, we relish every opportunity to discuss our post-return plans. My initial reservations about our planned feast at the Italian trattoria remain, but anything is better than what we are forced to endure now.
Expedition log, day 179
Discussions of the harvest that awaits us on the other side continue to make up the bulk of our free time. Today, we documented our decisions, setting them in the proverbial stone...at least, for now. We still await news from the skippers about the availability of their canteen, but we are patient. After all, up here in the cold, time is in abundance. In the meantime, we agreed to push aside concerns about the legendary beast, opting to be a guest at the famed castle all the same.
Expedition log, day 196
Boredom has once again stoked our fears, and we decided to avoid the beast, taking our chances with the foul-reputationed Tremaine family instead. We will be gracious for their generosity, though their demeanor could be a bit more accommodating. News from the skipper has not yet come.
Expedition log, day 199
The days continue to pass, and we have still not heard a word from the skipper. We are starting to give up hope.
Expedition log, day 201
The crew's morale in regard to the skipper has hit rock bottom. We have moved on. The canteen will not be included in our plans upon our return.
Expedition log, day 202
Travel plans for our return have begun to formulate. Traveling south west seems likely.
Expedition log, day 205
I am unsure if it is the extended absense from home, the cravings brought on by the continuous talks of our post-return feasts, or simple boredom, but I have grown to despise the administrative work maintaining this expedition log requires. Though we are still several months from the end of our expedition, I am officially closing this log. There will be no further entries.