Then we headed toward Carthage. We stopped to do a quick tour of the jail. It was really neat. I think there was a slight distraction of the spirit of the place as most of the time was spent "Caleb don't touch...no... come back...etc". He seemed to find a great fascination with the fireplace. So the only pictures I got from Carthage are him in the fireplace.
About 30 minutes out from the house, some idiot --- with a trailer had loose concrete on the back --- bounced out a chunk that hit our windshield and cracked it good. The concrete piece was the size of a grapefruit. Scary. Now we have to replace the windshield.