June 3rd  –  we came over a big ridge and when on top of the ridge we could see a range of mountains to the
left which I suppose to be the spurs to the Rocky Mountains. Came five miles to Bitter Cottonwood River,
which heads up in the mountains. There was no water where we crossed it, but one-quarter mile below the
water rises and there was plenty, and the bottom was covered with large bitter cottonwood timber. Came two
miles to a small creek with steep banks, plenty of timber and some water. Five miles farther was another
creek, no water except spring water; one hundred yards above the road is a good spring; came down the
creek three-quarters of a mile into Plate River bottom, there it commenced raining. We stopped our teams and
it rained very hard for one hour, then slacked up and we came three-quarters of a mile to another small creek,
went up it two hundred yards farther and camped for the day. There is wood and grass at any point today. Our
road has been almost mountainous, but it is hard and smooth. Distance thirteen and one-half miles.
June 4th  –  we came one-half mile and crossed a large dry creek; one-quarter of a mile farther there are
some willows in a flat; to the right two hundred yards above them, is a good spring one hundred yards from the
road; two and one-half miles down a long slant brought us to a creek, a beautiful stream and a good
encampment. One and one-half miles over a ridge brought us to a small creek, no water; a big cottonwood
tree stands right at the ford, no other timber near. Five miles brought us to the banks of Platte River again, no
wood there; one and one-half miles brought us to plenty of wood on the banks of Platte River. Here the river
runs out of the mountains; the walls are two hundred feet high, perpendicular on each side, and the gap it
runs through for two miles, and where it comes out the bed of the river is one-quarter mile wide, and it is dry.
One and one-half miles farther brought us to the bottom, and we could see where the river ran into the
mountains; four miles in the bottom and there the river and bluffs almost meet; there is plenty of wood. One
and one-half miles farther we turned up the bluff; went three miles due south, plenty of wood and water and
grass to the left of the road under the first bluff; here we camped. Distance today twenty-two miles.
June 5th  –  we came seven miles on the ridge between two creeks; here the second Mormon road came in;
came three miles down hill, and some places tolerably steep; came down a dry creek bed over sand to a big
timbered creek, a beautiful stream twenty-five steps wide and one foot deep, running very rapidly; crossed the
creek to a beautiful bottom and thick timber; it looked like the creek bottom in old Pike. There we nooned.
Came two miles down the bottom to good grass and a good camping place; came up a slough one mile and
crossed it, turned to the right, traveled one mile to a steep hill and ridge of rock to the left that is a curiosity;
came one mile to Marble Creek, plenty of wood and water; here we struck the Red Hills. We turned our wagon
over, crossing the creek, but nothing was hurt or damaged; came two miles over the Red Hills and camped;
good grass, but no water. Simon and John Wilson came in from hunting since we camped with the hams of a
mountain goat and those of a Blacktail deer. I saw plenty of snow today on the north side of Laramie
Mountains. The Red Hills are the worst roads we have come to yet. It is interesting to any man to travel here.
Distance eighteen miles.