Last Sunday, I popped out the Slate Run Park with some friends. We hiked a bit and also visited the Slate Run Living Historical Farm that is part of the park. I’ve been a few times before and always enjoy it. This time was no exception! The farm is run by costumed interpreters and everything is done as if it were the 1880’s. Guests can check out the farmhouse and barn, see all kinds of live demonstrations, hang out with the farm animals, try some period games, and even help with simple tasks (like pumping well water and then watering the veggie garden).
Next up: gaming like it’s 1889 and making our own fun with faux-senior portraits!
Back to work, alas. Is being independently wealthy really too much to ask for? 😉
On my last day off, I took a nice hike at a nearby park, Slate Run. One of the trails there passes through an old covered bridge:
For some reason, I associate covered bridges with autumn. Between that and the fact that it was the last day of my vacation, it felt a bit melancholy and bittersweet. Yet lovely.