Aug 30 2006
my trip to oregon
Thanks to Sarah, I have just spent some quality time getting reacquainted with the game Oregon Trail. Do you remember Oregon Trail? Because I remember playing it quite a bit in 7th grade social studies. It was the coolest.
Right on. Now, if you happen to have had an unfortunate childhood that involved no playing of Oregon Trail, then a) I feel really sorry for you, and b) you will have to play it now. With sound.Anyway, so I set off in my covered wagon, and I took my mom and my dog and Caryn and a random person I named Alejandro along with me for the journey. Because really, there’s nothin’ like taking a covered wagon to see the fabulous sights of the American heartland:
Indeed. Oh beautiful for spacious skies and all of that. For some reason, Caryn did not really have that great of a journey:
Fortunately, I had more cowbell.
Ahem.
So anyway, I don’t have anything brilliant to say, or anything, but it was kind of fun revisiting a part of my early adolescence, without having to revisit the other parts, like the poofy hair and the hopeless, awkward, and ultimately fruitless crushes.
bahahah … man … I just can’t catch a break! I think I’m cursed. Or not big on hygiene. Or something. all-nude Oregon — the dream of all settlers.
/still laughing
From what I’ve heard of Oregon, it’s all-nude anyway.
[…] Time it passes so quickly … I’ve been here and there, but not so much here, now that I think about it. The summer’s winding down, feeling like a window of opportunity is closing in slow motion, sort of like when you see yourself backing into that stop sign inch by inch but you can’t seem to do anything to avoid a collision. Add this to work overload, an inability to get motivated on other projects and the fact that my daughter left on Sunday for a week-long Florida vacation and you start to feel pretty beat up and run down. Turns out, I’ve actually been having a stroke of bad luck all around. It all makes sense now. If the typhoid hadn’t kept me busy enough, I decided to throw all my online activities into one handy feed. Which seems to work some of the time. You may need to refresh if it craps out on you the first time. Ok, maybe not all my online activities, but a girl has to keep some things to herself. Herself and the creators of Zuma. […]
I used to love playing Oregon Trail, even though I sucked at it.
i did not make it to oregon. we kept drowning while trying to get across those fucking rives. i mean, it’s 3 feet deep. weren’t the wagon wheels higher than that? seriously.
i eventually made it. someone in my party died but i didn’t care. if they wanted to break their leg while we were in transit then they could just go ahead and die. sit. down. save a leg.
maybe if i’d played this game in school then i would have learned about crossing rivers as well. i stopped drowning in them, but i didn’t quite learn the science behind it: you can’t ford 3 feet of water, but floating your wagon across is just fine. i didn’t try floating my wagon across at first because i was worried about my oxen. i could only fit 3 spare wagon wheels on my wagon–so how did the oxen make it across when i floated my wagon. when i didn’t float my wagon then the illustration showed them drowning.
I totally played dthat again a few years ago. I still suck at bear hunting. Which I don’t mind so much, really.