James wiped the sweat and grit from his forehead. He looked at his friend—this man who had dragged him two thousand miles into the wilderness based on a handshake and a dream. James could have been back in his shop in Ohio, smelling sawdust, not manure. He could have been angry.

It was the work of forgetting how comfortable your old life was. It was the work of becoming a machine made of bone and grit. It was the work of walking a continent into existence.

Playing through Friend's emulation highlights several critical themes of the Oregon Trail era: The Oregon Trail - James Friend

If James Friend made it (and about 90% did – the 10% death rate was mostly from cholera, not violence), his work wasn’t over. Upon arrival in Oregon City or the Willamette Valley, he had to:

Within five minutes, "Jimmy" broke a leg and my oxen drowned. 10/10 for realism.

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James wiped the sweat and grit from his forehead. He looked at his friend—this man who had dragged him two thousand miles into the wilderness based on a handshake and a dream. James could have been back in his shop in Ohio, smelling sawdust, not manure. He could have been angry.

It was the work of forgetting how comfortable your old life was. It was the work of becoming a machine made of bone and grit. It was the work of walking a continent into existence. oregon trail james friend work

Playing through Friend's emulation highlights several critical themes of the Oregon Trail era: The Oregon Trail - James Friend James wiped the sweat and grit from his forehead

If James Friend made it (and about 90% did – the 10% death rate was mostly from cholera, not violence), his work wasn’t over. Upon arrival in Oregon City or the Willamette Valley, he had to: He could have been angry

Within five minutes, "Jimmy" broke a leg and my oxen drowned. 10/10 for realism.