This is it - I promise. No more pics and no more stories about my parents visiting. You know, the visit that was over a week ago but that I keep going on and on about? Yeah, the one that has turned into a three part adventure series? I'm all done now. No really, I am.
We spent a fun day at Kings Mountain - hiking, picnicking, exploring, and learning a thing or two about the Revolutionary War battle fought there.
This little gem of a park and museum was a quick 30 minutes from home but a place we hadn't yet visited. Since my dad is one of the biggest history buffs you'll meet, this time was as good as any to go check it out.
I have many memories as a kid standing in the middle of a field and staring at a maker explaining that years and years ago the course of history was altered because of such and such a battle during such and such a time. My dad would read the maker with tears, literally, as he imagined the sights and sounds of what happened so long ago. My brothers and I, however, were frantically swatting flies, wiping sweat, and asking if it was time to move on and get lunch. I'm exaggerating slightly, but thankfully my boys looked at this historical site as a big outdoor playground and didn't nag to leave.