One beautiful Thursday afternoon last week, mom and I headed over to Flat Rock to visit the Carl Sandburgh Home. Carl is a famous author and poet who died a while back. His homeplace was really nice. Mom said she should have taken Grandma and Grandpa Coadwell here when they were visiting two autumns ago now.
Oh well, next time.
There is the house. We had to hike over a bridge, past a lake and up a big hill to get to the house.
There is the house. We had to hike over a bridge, past a lake and up a big hill to get to the house. 
Picking up sticks along the way, as usual.
I'll take the high road, you take the low road.....
We are on our way to the barn to see the goats. See the next post.
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