As we were weaving through the bluegrass on our way to see the Trappist monk's abode, I saw a sign for Lincoln's Boyhood home. I actually have never been to any Lincoln memorial except the one in D.C.. Illinois, Indiana and Kentucky all claim him. We were in no hurry, so we headed to Hodgenville to see what we could see. If you cock your head to the right, this picture straightens up a bit. Hmm, or is it to the left? Inside this beautiful building is Lincoln's cabin. Well, it is actually, they later discovered, someone else's cabin.
Speaking of water. Tuesday's Playdate was the wettest Playdate on record. Oh my. Thankfully, mostly rain, little storming, so rain and mud play were the order of the day. What fun and what a mess.
But that will have to wait.