We really wanted to go to the Bowman Museum because Jess's daughter, who is K's age, said it was fun and interesting to see. So we backtracked to Prineville and went. The girls really liked it. I didn't take any pictures because, really, what do you take them of? The old fashioned phone? The old clothes? The gorgeous old furniture? So no pictures but there is a funny yet slightly embarrassing story.
As I said before, the museum is in an old bank and the old vault is still there. Placed inside the vault are old safety deposit boxes, typewriters, calculators and the such. Karen and I were in a different room looking at the progression of mouse traps over the years when all of a sudden we hear a strange moaning sound and the lights start flickering. It happens twice before I realize that L is not with us and she is probably the source of this noise. We find her in the vault pulling on a string hanging from the ANCIENT light. Every time she does it the building makes a horrible groan and the lights flicker. Needless to say, the women watching over the museum was not happy. We ushered L out of the room and made her stay next to us the rest of the time at the museum. You can't really blame her, though. We have always taught her to turn out the lights when she leaves a room. But I think it became fun for her when she heard and saw what pulling on the string did.
This is the gift shop. Inside there were tons of rocks, crystals and thundereggs. There was also a room with a black light in it and rocks that glowed. The girls thought it was cool.
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