Harold and I arrive in Kansas City, where recent heavy rains have closed one of the main roads. Harold mumbles something about the highway being practically the Missouri River, after several days of rain.
“Should we try to ford the river?” I ask Harold, “Or should we caulk the wagon and float it across?”
(Oregon Trail screenshot from Shared Experiences provided for anyone unfamiliar with fording the river, dysentery and carrying 200 lbs of squirrel meat back to the wagon.)
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