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This isn’t a large historic site by any means.
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But here’s a peak at the inside of the building.
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The store.
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Our guide, in the kitchen.
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And no, that isn’t poop. It’s rolled tobacco.
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Since our guide was rather long winded we ran out of time before we were able to explore upstairs …
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And they were literally locking the gates while we were still roaming around.
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Stockades.
I’m thinking of installing a set in our backyard… to be employed when the husband gets the urge to attend a rummage sale.
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The fort.
The end.
Anticlimactic, I know. But I didn’t want to spend the night there so we had to beat feet and leave.
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