We pass this on our way to church and I've been wanting to check it out. It's called the Spiritualist Campground because in the 1880's some nutty folks would gather here for seances. Now it's just an awesome place to spend a morning climbing around on rocks and reading some Caddie Woodlawn aloud. I think that I'm starting to really like this homeschool business.
There's even a cave with a little door under a natural bridge. Too cool.
I thought that Peter might enjoy the way the moss would feel on his back. He assured me that he did not.
Turns out that he doesn't care for sitting in the moss either. Can you see the impatient looks on his sibling's faces?
"Oh look, they have sticks here!"
