I couldn't believe we drove all this way and couldn't find it!
There were no signs or markers of anykind pointing the
direction to our destination! You would think something
this important, historically, would be the highlight of
a little town and there would at least be a sign!
Farmers Daughter #2 pulled over at the local W*l M*rt
(we had no trouble finding this monstrosity!)
and got out her trusty Blackberry!
(Oh, what contradictions! I am looking for a bit of history
and we have to use this modern marvel to find it!)
I hardly know what these things are ~ is it a phone, a computer, camera?
Anyway, she brings up the web page and finds the directions and a map.
We are off again, and find the very tiny little backroad that we
almost missed, and FINALLY find our predetermined journey's end!
AND IT"S CLOSED!!!!
So much the better! We were free to wander about the grounds
unhampered by another single soul the whole while we were there.
We could not see inside any of the buildings, but it was fun to imagine what life
would have been like for young Amanzo Wilder living here.
Enjoy the few photos of this, the only remaining original
home from the Little House Books.
In the photo below, you can see my reflection and FD
peeking in the window on the other side!
quick pic, then drove away!
We said goodbye to this charming little place, and began our journey
back to the hustle and bustle of life in a big city.
But I will come back again and next time make sure
it is open!
"Let his homestead be made desolate,
and let no man dwell in it:"
Ps 69:25 & Ps 109:8