Walden tipped the scales. I love being at home and don't travel easily. I'd been promising to visit my sister(s) for years. The deciding factor in doing it now was that we spent the last several months reading Walden and became so interested in the rise of American literature in the mid 19th century.
My sister encouraged the children to wade in the clear, chilly water. I'm so glad they did. I was foolishly worried about sand filled shoes and was fully prepared to spoil their fun.
I was warned that it wouldn't live up to my expectations. Admittedly, I don't remember Thoreau writing about an ice cream man/hot dog vendor who also sold coffee in the parking lot, but the pond was beautiful. And frankly, we had six hungry children with us. And me. I needed the coffee. So the hot dog vendor was kind of nice.
After visiting Walden, we made our way to a storybook dreamy apple orchard. My son, who is lukewarm about apples, was climbing up the hill, a half eaten apple in both fists. Apples were tasted and passed around, "This is the best apple I've ever had." Repeat.
I have just now recovered from my own apple cider doughnut disaster to try a real one. And oh. It was heavenly.
We also managed to fit in a visit to the Old North Bridge, the Minute Man National Historical Museum (very cool), and a drive by Orchard House.
And that, my friends, concludes the super awesome homeschooling field trip portion of our trip. There was so much more to it than what I've written here and I could go on for weeks. But I need to get back to lesson planning and laundry. I'll leave your with a self portrait.
Do you see me?