Fall is for exploring.
At the Powhatan Village in Virginia, we were the ones tanning the hide (say that without laughing), and weaving the nets;
exploring the yehakins;
using the shells to dig out a canoe;
and making friends with carved faces.
Those two weirdos disappointed that no one working said village were actually from the tribe... that was us. We were the ones questioning authenticity of everything, but loving every minute of it.
***Powhatan Village in Jamestown Settlement***