Obviously, I flew to Missouri over Labor Day weekend to celebrate the Oregon Trail.
The pioneers began their westward journey in Independence, Missouri, and every year the town holds a festival to honor this fact. However, I think there was some confusion among festival organizers and the PR team, because event planners apparently had no idea it was billed as an Oregon-Trail-thing. I expected to see a few Lewis & Clark reenactors, or at least some women in bonnets.
But what happened was: I drank lime-flavored Budwesier, ate a fried Twinkie, played skee-ball, rode in a ferris wheel sponsored by Kraft Dinner, and passed many Christians selling corn dogs for their various churches. Oh, and I saw some of my favorite people on the planet: Rich and Kristin.
I loved it all.