Rocky Mount was another of those local attractions that I visited as a school kid but was clearly too young to fully appreciate at the time. Emily and her husband met us there for a tour, and we were all amazed by the museum and (even more so) by the re-creation of frontier life out back.

But I'll start in front, where Mark was quite taken by the shake roofs that covered the barn, sheds, and houses.

I, of course, was more drawn to the heirloom sheep and to the orchard, where I snagged a few pears that otherwise seemed destined to rot on the ground.

Inside, Mark's toolish eye immediately picked out the hand-cranked drill press...

...while I was more interested in the idea of using coring technology to learn about the trees that made up the log houses.

Speaking of log houses, the real adventure began when we finished our interior journey and stepped into the world of 1791. The farmstead of the Cobb family has been lovingly salvaged and restored and tour guides dressed in period clothing welcome you inside to learn about their life after the Revolutionary War.

Above, you can see the main house, with the typical dogtrot (covered porch) joining the original smaller house with the larger addition. The Cobbs were quite a wealthy family, evidenced by the size of their house and by the presence of glass windows. There is no kitchen in the main house either --- just living and sleeping accommodations --- since the family was rich enough to own slaves. As we learned later in our tour, all food was cooked in a separate building and delivered in stages to the family and to their numerous guests.

Mark called the tour guides actors, but I was able to suspend my disbelief most of the time and accept that they were real people of 1791 welcoming us into their lives. (Yes, I do find it particularly easy to live in a fantasy world. Why do you ask?) I could feel this woman's wonder and care as she unwrapped a block of tea from China, which she informed us would cost more than a day of a man's wages. And I was intrigued by the pieces of eight (called "bits" here on the frontier), by straw ticking for children's mattresses (easier to restuff than feathers if younguns wet the bed), and by standing writing desks.

But the best part of the tour came when we reached the kitchen, complete with drying herbs, huge cooking hearth, meat spit, and warming oven. Off to the left (not visible in this picture) was a bread oven, fired up once a week for a huge day of baking. "We never bake on Mondays," our guide explained, "Because it takes the entire day beforehand to prepare, and Sunday is the Sabbath."

Okay, I lied. The real best part was when the cook brought us down to the weaving house. I've seen spinning and weaving before, but had never watched flax being transformed from plant to thread. The process was astonishing.

First, you dry the plants for a couple of years, then you pound them with a heavy weight thing to loosen up the woody exterior fibers. (Yes, I missed all of the proper words --- I should have been taking notes.) Rubbing bundles of loosened flax across a post and then hitting it with a stick knocks off most of those woody fibers, but you really turn the flax into thread by pulling it through a metal brush. Add in some wool from the farm's sheep and you've got fire-resistant linsey woolsey, perfect for a cook who spends her days flapping a long skirt at an open flame.

I won't write more because I don't want it to take you as long to read this post as it took us to suck up all that Rocky Mount has to offer. But I highly recommend this outing, which costs $7.50 apiece with a AAA card. We spent three full hours in the museum and on the grounds, and if I hadn't been starving we likely would have stayed longer. Go after lunch and stay all afternoon --- you won't regret it!