happycountryhens: sounds like you had a good time in Albany. We were at the museum the beginning of this year and a funny thing happened.
A little way I looked at that time, a red flannel shirt, baseball hat, scruffy full beard. Here I was standing at my favorite spot ( the better half sort of leaves me there, knowing I'm not going to go far) the outdoors/logging area. Well here I am, unchaperoned falling into my own little day dream, when out of the corner of my eye I catch movement. My eyes aren't the best anymore, so I turn to see who it is. It's a little boy, maybe 15 - 20 months old. He's looking at me with like a look of horror, he's shaking and shivering. He does a 180 and runs away (more like a drunken waddle with the ole dipper on), with his arms flailing and goes about 10'. He stops and turns, looking at me, lets out the blood curdling scream. At this moment, other people hearing the scream are turning around and looking at me. The better half sees the boy running by and screaming, comes storming in (her only boy "me" is into some kind of trouble, you could say I am the reason she is glad we never had sons). The little boy is running as fast as his little legs can take him towards a lady who is just about crying from laughing so hard. Come to find out, they thought I was part of the display. When I moved to see who was by me, I set the events in motion. She came up and apologized to me, still laughing with her son hiding behind her. They were watching me for awhile and I wasn't moving so they thought......Point of the story, I maybe old,smelly, slow, but I am still alive for the moment.
Have to ask, Did you see the phone booths? Were they part of a exhibit? Did you go up to the "top" floor? We still haven't started camping yet. We were up on Giant Ledge the other day. As we were leaving we came across another couple. They were wondering how close the were to Slide Mtn. I said "12 - 13 miles, that's the peak you can just about make out." It seems they head in the wrong direction at the trail head.....
Enjoy