Welcome to Oxon Hill Farm or as we refer to it, the weirdest, most desolate farm in the National Park System.
It started out sweet - a long winding road with authentic farm fencing and antique tractors lining the path....


This is my look that means, "wow, Josh, this is NOTHING like squeezing a capri-sun!"


to the more inspirational: "First Think, Second Believe, Third Dream, Lastly Dare."

and while your little munchkins are sitting having their picnic lunch and dreaming about being more daring (!)....

... you should keep in mind that they are sitting under THIS:

Seriously.
Hanging in the rafters tied together with a rope, circa 1843.
Then there was this guy:

A turkey with chest hair.
And right after you saw these sweet pigs minding their own business, playing in the mud....

... you were treated to this:

Aaaah, the visitor center. It actually had a great hands-on kids section where they could touch real snake skins, turtle shells, and various furry wildlife. Unfortunately the whole kid's "corner" truly was just a corner so our kids mostly just ended up touching each other.

There wasn't so much somebody here at this desk to help us....

But luckily THIS guy was there to answer any questions.

One bright, bright, shining spot to the weirdest farm ever was that James finally got to see his MOST FAVORITE BUG EVER - the praying mantis. He was just walking along the path - perhaps on his way to take advantage of a "once in a lifetime opportunity."
1 comment:
And you were worried about your outfit... silly, silly Woman. I am more concerned by capri-sun boy.
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