Sometimes I really hate goodbyes. This is one of those times.

We hadn't even made it out of Ponyville before we got a new letter from the Princess. 200 of the crew have to go west from here, and then they'll have to split up from there!

100 workers are supposed to work their way through Whitetail Wood, and then from there, they have to continue all the way up to Applewood! The other 100 have to blow a hole through Smokey Mountain, and then they have to lay track all the way up to Tall Tale! And I thought the 100 I was part of had it bad, sheesh!

The goodbyes were warm, and we had one final round of cider last night to the departing. They'll be with us in spirit. I can only hope that they have a safe journey.

All that remains in the end are memories.