sometimes

Sometimes the best breaks are the unexpected ones.  The kind you don't plan but life plans for you by whisking you away into the happenings of each day.  That's where I am these days.  In the moment, with the kids and with our friends.  We've been busy doing it all, beaching, walking, talking, biking, playing, visiting and all those activities that make summer, so easy, a season.  While I know it can't last forever, we are doing our best to stretch it out before the hussle & bussle takes so many of our dear friends away into their own schedules. 

Yesterday one of our outings took us to Lower Fort Garry, a historical site dedicated to the oldest intact stone fur trading post in North America where costumed interpreters bring the stories to life.   It's like walking onto the set of Little House on the Prairie.

The furs stored in the attic were a sight to behold, made me momentarily wonder if PETA knows this place exists. 

And while Miss A was definitely unhappy to see the Buffalo skin on the floor of the teepee, no doubt practicing for her future PETA position, I was most happy seeing that the general store was stocked full of fabric.  Gave me a little hope that perhaps I could have survived those times.

Stayed tuned for more photoblogging posts of our visit to Lower Fort Garry.