Summer is over.

We went on our last camping trip of the summer - we had planned the trip around a living history event at a little history museum in a state park not too far from home. Given that, you would think this would be a post full of photos of people in pioneer costumes churning butter. However, the camera died about 20 hours into the trip, so no such luck.

When we arrived, we walked two miles down the bike trail to a touristy store (the longest-continually-operating store in Oregon!) to get ice cream. Skipper took a hilariously long time to eat her ice cream. (I have many, many more photos...)

Then we walked back to the campsite, braving the looming dark (no flashlights!) and the potential for scooter crashes.

Duchess read Skipper's bedtime book in the tent.

We woke up. Have you realized that Duchess's legs are approximately ten feet long?

We went for a walk. Along the way, a stranger offered to take afamily photo, which was a little weird, but made us all laugh a lot.

We found a fallen oak tree at the "Oak Grove" picnic site. This provided quite a bit of entertainment for the girls. (You can see Cook in the background of some of these photos, too, if you look carefully.)

Then, after the camera died, we had a terrific time at the "Farmstead Days" event. Duchess was absolutely thrilled with everything, Skipper was surprisingly absorbed (at least for the first few hours) and I was completely amazed by the ladies making lace - holy schlamoly, you guys, making lace is insane. I'm not sure how Cook felt; what with the heat and the sheer weirdness of the whole weekend, he may have entered an altered state.

At any rate, it was an excellent end to an excellent summer. Now, to school!