This weekend, Tate was home from Tennessee. We spent time together as a family, enjoying our last days in Indiana.
Nearby where we live is a festival called the Feast of the Hunter’s Moon. If you ever get the opportunity to go, you totally should! All the participants dressed in garb from the late 1700′s. There were artisans from all over, making beautiful items from wood and handspun yarn and food cooked in huge cast-iron pots over open fires. The festival spanned several acres, and offered period entertainment with storytelling, music, and jugglers.
We had a blast, watching the sites, smelling the campfires burn, and watching the artists work.
On Sunday we enjoyed a most mediocre lunch at a local eatery. The place is a relic straight out of the mid to late 70′s, complete with heavy brown and orange decor. The place smells like fryer grease and the waitresses are a bit salty. It’s a fun place to eat, nevertheless.
Oh Indiana. I’m going to miss you.
We leave for Tennessee on Thursday. On Wednesday afternoon, I’m going to return my cable box and *GASP* modem. That means I will not have Internet access for OVER 24 HOURS.
Keep the Internet spinning while I’m gone, will ya?