I'm just going to let these pictures speak for themselves.
A saloon, a school house, a dry goods store, homestead cabins, Christmas fir trees and Christmas antler trees, and endless things to look at that reflected a way of life that was long past.
Barb, LC and I ended up spending a couple of hours at Old Trail Town by the time it was all said and done.
It had been a very long day.
A day that began with a gun museum 6 blog entries back.
By the time we headed back to the cottage sometime after 8:30 that evening we were both suffering from Museum-Overload.
We had power-visited a Gun Museum, an Art Gallery, a Native American Museum, a Buffalo Bill Cody Display, and a huge series of old cabins.
We had spent quite a few hours on our feet, eaten a good amount of Christmas cookies, drunk a gallon or so of hot chocolate, walked a few miles, and taken around 400 pictures.
A very long day.
But what fun we both had!!.................
Picture on the right is of Jeremiah Johnson, who is buried on the grounds of Old Trail Town....................
Schroeder: This is the music I've selected for the Christmas play.
[Schroeder plays Fur Elise]
Lucy Van Pelt: What kind of Christmas music is *that*?
Schroeder: Beethoven Christmas music.
Lucy Van Pelt: What has Beethoven got to do with Christmas? Everyone talks about how "great" Beethoven was. Beethoven wasn't so great.
[Schroeder stops playing]
Schroeder: What do you mean Beethoven wasn't so great?
Lucy Van Pelt: He never got his picture on bubblegum cards, did he? Have you ever seen his picture on a bubblegum card? Hmmm? How can you say someone is great who's never had his picture on bubblegum cards?
Schroeder: Good grief...............A Charlie Brown Christmas