At the first little farmhouse we stopped in, some re-enactors came in right behind us to warm themselves by the wood-burning stove. But they stayed in character and immediately barked, to the Mrs. in the kitchen, "What are these people doing in my house!?!" You could tell they loved doing it, and even funnier was that Jackson didn't know how to take them.
But after a bit he realized that they were playing and whispered to us, "They don't really live here."
A few "period" vendors had booths with their handiwork for sale. We gave Jack his choice of getting hot chocolate or an old-fashioned wooden toy. He chose the toy.
That same toymaker calligraphied everyone's names on little horse-shaped die-cuts for free, right there on the spot, just sitting at his picnic table.
Sunbonnet Sue walking past the mill.
Jack and I went on the horse-drawn trail ride, in a little covered wagon.
At first Jack thought these gunshots were fireworks.
Looking at the pelts for sale. It seemed like they had furs from every vermin imaginable.
The carpentry shop.
Thank goodness the wood-burning stove in the back of the school was working that day!
It was so cold, that we only stayed for an hour. But it's such a neat place — we'll definitely be back.
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