The best example was the road from the ford we had used to reach Fort John from our place and then on to our salt and coal deposits and the copper min....Because of only having to ford the Platte River and not the Laramie River, word got out that the route north of the Platte River was better than the original route. Now, everyone wanted to stay to the north of the Platte River, yet another reason Mr. Chouteau wanted to move his trading post.The best location that I could suggest for building a. M.Dear Diary,Ok, so now you can disregard that previous entry about my nonexistent sex life.It's Independence Day, and yes, fireworks were definitely lighting up the night. Literally and figuratively. Everyone was down by the lake, awaiting the firework show to start at 9, as we munched on snacks. A majority of us were sitting in the grass, me leaning on a tree. Wendi was sitting next to me on the right, and Tammi on the left. I was trying not to stare, but I couldn't take my eyes off of. Josh was sleeping next to me. His face was tilted to the side, while he laid on his back. He was wearing a green shirt he got from the suitcase with just his underwear on. He was slowly breathing and I could see his lips move every so lightly as he exhales. Seeing his lips made me remember what happened last night in the pool. I moved my fingers to my lips as if to try and remember the feeling I had when he kissed me for the first time. I clearly had internal struggles about my emotions. I. " But just the same, I kept watching intently.Things happen quickly in this type of flick and this one was a typical representation. There was one voluptuous female, young and pretty, dressed in a tiny string bikini. The top barely covered the aureoles of her generous breasts, and the bottom was no bigger. There were with her three large young men, also wearing tiny swimming outfits, and the plot implied that this was some kind of high school bunch getting ready to enjoy a hot tub.The three men.