By Amber Gordon It felt as though we would never reach our destination.  We had been driving for about three hours, and the sun looked almost ready to set.  Just as I was ready to heave another frustrated sigh, we pulled to a stop.  The designated parking area was a small patch of grass that could probably fit four vehicles, and aside from an information sign, we were surrounded by trees.  This was the site of the Cut Foot Sioux Civilian Conservation Corps Camp, a small, relatively forgotten part of northern Minnesota.  It was completely unknown to me, and after the long drive I was more than ready to go exploring.  My friend Roger and I jumped out of the vehicle and stretched.  The…