Westward

It had taken them months. Possibly even longer. And yet, the hadn't reached their destination.

They had volunteered to lead the way, to trek out across the unknown. To explore the country. Find a new home. Somewhere that would be perfect to start a community, new families, raise children. It could have stretched on forever, hill after meandering hill. Prairies that stretched on seemingly forever - seas of wildflowers that swayed in the wind.

There was no trail, no path, no predetermined route. They just traveled forward.

Some had died, unable to deal with he shortage or food and water. Others turned back, wanting to see their loved ones again, fearing that the journey would just continue on forever. Food had become scarce. The sun beat down and the soil dried and buckle. Lips began to crack, stomachs growled. They were lucky that had stumbled upon the herd of buffalo when they had. Water soon followed, flowing from a nearby brook.

They stocked up and continued on their way.

But now they were stuck. Before them lay the most awe inspiring sight any of them had ever seen. Carved from the river that flowed within it, the canyon seemed to stretch out in front of them in every direction, no end in sight.

They had all agreed on this journey being a tough one. The group had managed without food and water, scared off packs of coyotes, huddled together for warmth.

But what lay in front of them, seemed impossible.

How would they ever cross is?