Now the rest of the photos. I had to shut down the computer, kick a few things out of the recycling bin and do a bit of formatting to get things running smooth. Computers, we love them and they make us pull our hair out.
But back to our yesterday. We had originally planned to go to The Henry Ford on Memorial Day, but then a family event came up and the forecast said thunderstorms anyway, so then we thought perhaps today after church, which is what we normally do.
Because what we really should have done last night is gone to a wedding, but for the life of me I couldn't find out the time of it. I tried. I heard 5:00 just as much as I heard 6:00. And then I read that the village was open until 9 last night. They are normally only open until 5.
These are the thoughts that ran through my head when I read they were open until 9: Thinner crowds, less heat, more relaxing, and that magic light hour for taking pictures. It was a no brainer. We got there right at 5, and we parked closer than we ever have.
Which was in time to catch some tactical maneuvers in Walnut Grove. We followed the troops down.
And got ready for the smell and sound of gunfire.
And the ground shook.
One of the funniest moments here was during the narration (which we heard much better this year than ever before - or wait, maybe it's those tubes in my ears....) and he was talking about the battle and how they would engage each other. Wendy's nose wrinkled up and her brow furrowed and she asked in all seriousness, WHY would you want to be engaged to the enemy?????
The demonstration over, we walked around the park for a bit. What hadn't dawned on me is that all the buildings would be closed after 5. So I missed peeking into the farmhouse and some of my favorite buildings, but that's okay. I'll enjoy those the next visit.
We did stop and get some custard cones. Our mode of operation is to let the kids pick either cones or carousel, we rarely do both on the same visit. I called home just after this and asked Allan if he was wishing that he had come with us. He (14) said, I'm only missing the custard cones. Of course I informed him that we had just finished that part of the day. Because that's the kind of mom that I am.