I learned a lot on our final walk around the Sedona Heritage Museum.

 

 

(I’d ask you to name this rusty piece of crap, but they beat me to it.)

I learned about tent houses.

 

 

All the comforts of home.

Not.

 

 

And if I needed any more proof that I wouldn’t have made a good settler’s wife?

That’s it right there.

 

 

I also learned about big pancakes.

 

 

Really big pancakes.

 

 

Which got me thinking…

 

 

Makes perfect sense to me.

Entering the fruit packing shed that was used when the property was a working orchard..

 

 

The husband fell in love with this old machine.

 

 

Which I admit was kind of cool.

 

 

But I also liked the funky steam punk apple peeler.

 

 

Although that first bite has got to be hard on the teeth.

 

 

The shed had a lovely old carriage.

And a short film on the history of Sedona.

 

 

There was also some fascinating info on rat urine.

Yes, rat urine.

A woefully under explored topic in most museums…

 

 

I often call my husband a pack rat, because he comes home with all sorts of trash treasure as well.

 

 

But damn.  20,000 years?

That’s some powerful pee.

 

 

And now, our final discovery.

My worst nightmare.

 

 

There was a small section on prohibition…

And yes, I may have wept.

 

 

Oh…

The horror!