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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Giddyup, Buckaroo 

About four-and-a-half years ago, Evelin and I took a drive up to Gettysburg for no particular reason. Among the things we encountered on that trip was a sign for the Land of Little Horses. As I blogged back then: "I think I'd feel a little less silly asking for two adult admissions to a place like that if I could at least pretend that my 3-, 4-, or 5-year-old was the one who wanted to go...."

Quinn's two; Celeste is four in a few short days. This afternoon we went.

Call out the Posse!Feeding the Little Horses

Feeding the Sheep Feeding the Llama

If pressed, I might say it was a little less than what I expected, but it still was fun.

In a lot of ways, it was a total tourist trap, complete with a gift shop you have to pass through on the way in and the way out. However, it was great with the girls.

Celeste never once did her "I only like dogs" routine; she was very excited and interested in getting up close, petting and feeding the animals. Quinn was a bit warier, especially as she grew more tired, but she loved the sheep and goats, as well as the horses. The only bad bit for her was when she was scratched by a cat — she was trying to feed it one of the alfalfa pellets all the other animals ate; apparently the cat didn't like it.

Neither girl wanted to take a pony ride, but they both loved the little playground and both were very interested in the arena show, especially since I'd tipped them off to the dog race portion of the show. Both girls were getting squirmy and tired, so we cut out before the show ended — during the ciphering horse routine — which lead to screams and tears from the girls. Both of them were asleep before we got out of Pennsylvania.

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