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It was difficult to narrow down the images from our foray into the past last Friday. We had big plans for historical enrichment from the oldest to the youngest in our little tour group.

After locking the youngest student securely behind bars, we went out for a gourmet lunch.
Kidding. Totally kidding.

It was impossible to do so anyway, as the curator informed us that they lost the key that turned the lock.



This is the curator.

Again. Kidding.

Tin everywhere. Walls and ceilings. This was the old courthouse in the village of Lake George. It now houses the local historical society. We were thrilled to find out that they flung wide the doors to us for free. Plus, they have a great bookstore.

They got the money out of me there, which may have been their plan all along.

Down the road a ways, at the foot of Lac du Saint Sacrement (Lake George, if you were a redcoat), we took in the view. If you look really closely, you can see an Indian in the bushes across the way.

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