A bunch of old cars. Joe was hyperventilating.
An old fashioned washing machine. I guess I shouldn't complain about the 400 loads of laundry I have to do this week...
It could be even worse....
OK, so most of the exhibits were really interesting and there were many hands-on exhibits, but this one was particularly creepy. It's a presidential quartet, of course. I think the presidents were dug up from their graves for this one. (Before you write to tell me - yes, I know they're not all dead, but come on - look at them! It's night of the living dead here!)
Here's the gang minus me and I think only 2 of them were throwing melt-down fits at the time. Not bad.
Just playing with my camera here and making the kids wait for me to take more pictures. They love it when I do that.
OK, so I wrote how the pool had a salty taste. I failed to mention the film of nastiness that was floating on the surface and the layer of crud on the bottom. Then, I noticed this sign outside the pool today.
"Any person having an infectious or communicable disease is prohibited from using a public pool.
Persons having open blisters, cuts, etc. are advised not to use the pool.
Spitting, spouting water, blowing the nose, or discharging bodily wastes in the pool is strictly prohibited."
Barf. Antibiotics anyone?
And check it out! The happening town of Goodfield, population 700. Yes, that's right. This town has about the same number of people that were in my graduating class! It doesn't get more exciting than this.
This concludes the run-down on my fun-filled camping trip. Until I