|Pa would not have wanted to ravish Ma at the end of a long 15-mile day on the prairie, believe me.|
I hate this show now more than ever (OK, "intensely dislike"). I've been in a car with two active boys and my husband for eight days straight, sharing the same square footage, more or less, that you would share in a covered wagon--and yes, probably with as much stuff! But Pa and Ma were way too chipper, and clean (and Pa's hair!) for any prairie meanderings. The only real element on that entire show was Nellie Oleson and her mother. I don't mean to bash the books--they are in their own league and worth reading at least once (I'm already planning a tour of all of the "Little House" sites with my first granddaughter--if and when, of course).
We have arrived tonight at our final destination, just inside Kentucky, after a whirlwind tour of the Great Plains, the Midwest and the eastern Rockies. The weather cooperated, the journey was grand in many respects (not the altitude adjustment, however). But, try as I might, at the end of the day there is dust in my knickers as we arrive, a bit bedraggled, to our next destination.
Once we return and I hug my dogs (who have been at the kennel for the past week), feed my chickens, go to a local auction and buy some pumpkins (I have been promising my boys), I will start blogging (with pics) of our last week's adventures.
You have to leave the farm once in a while!
You come back when you're ready!