I would be amazed if any of my friends, who grew up in the USA, do not remember The Oregon Trail . You know, that game that everybody always brags about being able to play in school, acting like they were the only group of people who ever played the game and that their early education was so much better than yours for it. Let me first start out by saying, you are wrong sir/mam. We all played that game. We know what it was like to have a family member die of dysentery, hunt for buffalo and be sad that you could only bring back a fraction of the meat (what can I say, buffalo buffalo, buffalo buffalo buffalo, buffalo buffalo buffalo), and finally reach that rafting scene at the end. You are special, each and everyone of you, but not for the unrealistic idea that you were the only person who was able to play The Oregon Trail. So what does The Oregon Trial have to do with Minnesota? Was Minnesota some barren wasteland your adventures had to travel through? The Oregon Trail was created ...
An endless and hopeless attempt to bring together, in one place, all the people that matter.