This one
and this one
and more.
Mostly in the village itself, but once we stayed in the West Lot Wash House down in a valley where it was built over a spring.The first floor was mud with a wooden walk-way over to the stairs going to the second floor rooms.
Maybe it was a tad too authentic!
This was the first time we'd stayed in the West Lot Dwelling.
It was not crowded.
It was about a mile and a half from the village down a narrow little road that wound down into a valley and back up again.
The west lot is also the location of the stables if you want to bring your horse along with you.
Tempting, yes?
The house looks over a pleasant pasture walled in the limestone quarried from the creek.
The stairs up to our room were narrow and steep.
In true Shaker fashion there were two sets of these stairs, so that men could go up one and women the other.
Our room is the one with the curtain closed on the second floor.
There are miles of trails. We hiked through meadows being restored to native grasses and down a dry creek under tall sycamores.
Every day we spent some time up at the village,
admiring the many farm animals kept there,
feeding the ducks and geese,
and wandering around.
The weather was lovely most of the time
and there were signs of fall everywhere.
Actually I did more wandering than T, who spent a lot of time in the sitting room of the West Family Dwelling.
It was the only place with Internet access.
So while he computed, I explored.
and took many more pictures than I am posting here.
(This last one is early on a cool misty morning and I am unaware that the lens is covered with condensation. I took about a dozen pictures before I realized this. Cool effect, isn't it? )
