Your hunting trip is successful. You push on.
Early April, 1847.
One of the children breaks their arm. You stop and make a splint and sling.
After 2040 gruelling miles, you arrive at Oregon City. Congratulations!
Thanks! That was fun.
My first run was very short. I picked minimum food, didn't catch anything my first hunting trip and died of starvation the very next day! My greatest regret is that I never got to eat my oxen.
But next time around I picked soldier and bought $150 oxen, then distributed the rest evenly. I was able to hunt, shoot and eat well the whole trip. The lowpoint was getting gored by an ox, which allowed me to shoot it for food. Nothing tastes better than mad cow! Yum!