End of the Oregon Trail Historical Monument

I waked over a thousand miles and didn’t even get a lousy T shirt.

Sub par; had to eat my cousin, who died of dysentery. My boots weren't delicious either.

The river took my wagon wheel and freaked it, and my wife Linguine Macaroni caught the Typhoid fever. There be somethin unnatural in the hills that calls out to the oxen at dusk, and once they wander off there's no getting em back. Gave 1 star cos I found me a gold nugget.

I waked over a thousand miles and didn’t even get a lousy T shirt.

Sub par; had to eat my cousin, who died of dysentery. My boots weren't delicious either.