.....this guy said, hey - the weather looks like it's not going to rain. We should go to Greenfield Village.
And so we did. We were all in the van within fifteen minutes.
On a good year, we make it to the Village at least once a month. I enjoy seeing how much the gardens have changed since our last visit.
It was Motor Muster weekend - there were classic cars everywhere, and a nice sized section of military vehicles.
This guy (Mark called him captain) was great with interacting with the crowd. He had great personality and a fun sense of humor. He had no problem getting the kids to line up and look mean.
This is the ones that the boys told Uncle George about when we skipped to his house on the way home.
She gave them some bread to feed to the birds.
This is Wendy's dream vehicle. She's been talking about getting a hippy van for at least four years already.
We rode the Model T's, the carousel, and saved the train for last. Mark wanted to ride as far in the back as possible. I was all for it.
Seen from the train: Anyone know why this post cap says Men?
The perk of riding in the way back - the boys got to make the "All Aboard" call at all three stops. They were bickering like crazy between stops, but managed to cooperate for their duties.
It had been awhile since we stopped inside the roundhouse. The last time I was there, they were working on the engine that had just pulled the train we were on. That engine's been running for two years now.
This time we got to see a caboose they are working on. A caboose whose future is still up in the air - it sounds like there are about five different possible plans bouncing around for it.
A stop at the farm, a stop at Uncle George's, and then home for dinner and an afternoon nap.