When I get up this morning, I'm going to go camping.
It's a nice place, a little less than an hour away, but I get to spend the entire weekend loafing around, relaxing, splashing in Muddy Creek, and catching up on my knitting and reading.
There is a small graveyard, from the 1840s, near the property. All the graves are those of children. Some are babies.
If I can manage a few grave rubbings without doing any damage to the stones, I'm going to attempt it, and may eventually scan or photograph them, and post the pictures here. I love the mystery of the place, and I want to try and solve it, if I can. I love playing detective.
But, yeah, I so love being able to get out of town.
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