The campsite for the convention is in a field on top of a hill... On the outskirts of that field are some gravestones from the 1800s. Spooooooky!
The Century House was really overgrown and difficult to get a good picture of. Random cans, jars, and other containers were in weird spots around the house.
I was a bit tired, so I went back to where Allison and John had set up and hung out on the ground while they hung from the grand sycamore tree.
Hopefully next weekend (if I'm not working) I will be back up here to help out with the convention.