We're not in New England any more. All the Dunkin' Donut highway signs have been replaced with Waffle House signs (would you like smoking? or vaguely smelling like smoke?)
Again we got on the road at 10:00. And it was a pretty uneventful day; gorgeous scenery, snarky comments about billboards, etc. We stopped for lunch and ragweed bouquets (how were the kids to know they would make mom sneeze?). We were going to get into Granite City a little late, but that's ok. Until we saw the sign. Lincoln Log Cabin Home. Wow. Abe's old place. Only 17 miles. You don't get to visit that very often. And we were looking for a dinner stop anyway. Why not dine with the Lincoln folks? The sun was even shining through the clouds over the spot. We had to go. So we followed the signs off the beaten path. Then further off the beaten path. Then, going down a one lane, barely paved road, Princess Buttercup said, "If we don't find the place soon, can we turn around?" I thought OK, but I'm not really sure how to get back to the highway.
Finally we come upon the park. Thankfully the gates were still open and we drove on in. However, the visitor center was closed. Surprisingly, there was no one else there. This is the original Lincoln Log Cabin! How come we were the only ones with this idea? We walked around the park and saw the recreation of the farm the Lincolns 'might' have had. The farm animals were there but no people. We took a picture of what 'might' have been the Lincoln cabin. The kids were impressed. Then we had dinner in the parking lot (picadillo with rice). And we got to Granite City at 9:30 pm.
I must take this moment here to say how impressed I am with the kids. They haven't been able to blog because we get into camp late but the oldest two have been writing up a storm in their journals. I think Princess Buttercup updates her journal every 15 minutes (10:15 Mom whines about no Starbucks 10:30 beautiful trees 10:45 Tater singing Dwight Yokam). Anyway, these poor little critters are within 10 feet of each other all day and no one has sustained a serious injury yet as a result of their sibling. Here's some samples of conversation:
Mom: If you want these crackers, you have to pay me with a smooch.
Tater: Ok. You have to pay me too.
Mom: Oh yeah?
Tater: Yeah, $70.00
Tater (in a very dramatic way): My shirt is wet! I'll never smile again!
W. Bear: Don't worry Tater, I'll smile for you.
So we're still having a fun time. Tune in tomorrow for the news from Tulsa, OK
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Ahhhh, to be a fly on the walls of the RV. (or for that matter in the Kerr home.) Gotta love children & their comments. P. Buttercup is the oldest yes? We missed you today @ play group. btw- has J.O. broken anything yet?(including himself?)
Hugs, -G
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