Vintage Tractors and a Free Pirate Ship
I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I. Love. Road tripping with my children. This particular Thursday, we drove down Highway 100 toward Augusta. Nearly a year ago, I'd spotted a lot full of antique tractors, and not far beyond that, a small dairy shack situation on a pond. As it was just past Labor Day, the ice cream was closed, but we still got to climb all over the tractors. Then we found an "indoor yard sale," sort of like an antiques barn. My children were so well-behaved that even though I told my son, No, I'd already paid for our items (a big wooden spoon, a $1 box of many spools of embroidery thread, a 25-cent wooden pedestal bowl, an antique ice bag, and a new pair of sunglasses for me), she said "Oh, you can have that for free, Sweetie. (Can he have that?)" Yes, he can. :) Then we went to lunch and I ate the *best* seafood I have ever eaten in my entire life at the Red Barn. We followed that with whoopie pies and playing on a flatbed trailer, a hill, and in the grass. Following this, we went home and all took a nap together. OK, a bath, and then a nap. It was one of the best Thursdays of the year.