DEAR AMERICA: It's another trail.

I thought I had escaped trails. I forgot about this one. It starts out more interestingly with some stuck on a train travel, but then nope, it's wagon fun time again.

Except it's not really fun.

The story at least is a bit different, because the diary bounces from Teresa to her younger and rather obnoxious sister, so you get two different points of view and two different types of trail experience, because Teresa's saddled to the chores while the spoiled younger one doesn't do much.

There's a budding romance between Teresa and one of the boys on the trail that's more annoying than anything, because he's never presented as a very likeable character.

I think there was a big missed opportunity here, too, because the families on this trip are mostly the...let's say less popular immigrants, the ones who faced more bullshit treatment back in New York or wherever. Yet the author never takes the time to really explore the different types of cultural experiences Teresa would have had on the trip, surrounded by all these families different from her own very Italian one.

It's an all right trail book, but it's another trail book and I'm so tired of those.