The mill we walked to (see yesterday's entry) was great. It was set up just like it has been for over a hundred years--barring the electric lightbulbs and air conditioning, of course.
There were artisans dressed in period clothing who were more than willing to chat with our random group wandering through. There was an ancient steam and belt engine run by the water flowing under the mill. There were giant saws and massive anvils and corn mills and all sorts of interesting things. And if you felt like going for a ride after taking the tour, there's a riverboat pulled by a pair of mules.
And don't even get me started on the general store!
Yessir, it's good times in Grand Rapids, Ohio. But if your name's Nell or Pauline, and your family owes Snidely Whiplash some money, you might want to steer clear. The whole place is practically panting for some melodrama.
I didn't even know there was a Grand Rapids, OH.
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