On Monday I met up with my old Friend H who now lives in Georgia. We met halfway and spent the day entertaining ourselves together in Augusta, GA/SC.
Remember Friend H? She's an old married woman now. We were remarking how all the places we've been in together have been have been rather unexpected: Russia, a dance in poor weather, and now Augusta.
This photo is for all those well-meaning people who say "Oh, maybe you'll meet someone(ie, a man) on your trip!" As if men grew on trees. Trust me, if they did, I'd have picked one by now. Anyway, one of our first stops was the Living History Park near downtown. It was not what I expected, but it was adorable. It actually was a children's park, a small well-kept public acre with miniature colonial reproduction building sprinkled throughout, and a playground nearby.
Being Monday, all the buildings were closed and everything was locked, including the stocks.
The delightful little church on the adorable little green by the darling little creek.
Friend H could not pass by the opportunity to have her picture taken as a bearded colonial-era man.
We spent the rest of the day wandering around and ended up at this, shall we say, unique local place.
Thanks, Friend H, for a fun day!