What I didn't know is that Susan, the park director, had arranged for an article as well. So we spent entire;y too much time waxing rhapsodic over historical recreation, even if the reporter and the director seemed to be old friends and often veered into conversations about cheese with wasabi, olive oil with corks and windows in old mansions. I tried to resist saying, "But we're here to talk about the Timeline..." (too much) but my Sweetie just prettily said, "I've got to get back to work" and got us out.
Uncertain when the article will appear. But at least, in the surprising chilly weather, we did our bit to let people know about living history and the Timeline!
Tomorrow, I do the tent frame. I just have to cut a few planks using the old ones as a frame (with bigger holes; the old ones were too tight after the wood swelled; I had to hammer them apart, and a couple were fractured). It's supposed to be warm and sunny tomorrow...wrong weekend. We need the *next* weekend to be nice!