Just a short ways east of the Museum of Natural History is Drummer Boy Park, where you can find the Higgins Windmill, Harris-Black House and Henry Hopkins Blacksmith Shop. It appears that they are probably open on the weekends in the summer, but they were closed the day I went.
I am going to guess that this is obsidian, although it's possible it could be some kind of coal byproduct. It was very hard, sharp and shiny, and I can neither confirm nor deny that a small piece may have made it into my pocket.
Every now and then you will encounter a ginormous rock deposited by itself by a glacier in the last ice age. Glaciers are why there are so many ponds on the Cape.
I peeked inside and it's set up with basic furniture of that period. Literally one room, although it looked like there was a tiny water closet in one corner.
OK I'm veering a bit from the route I took because I want to devote a post to the grist mill. I shot these next pictures on the way back to the highway. This is Wayne's Antiques, and I am kinda glad it was closed because it looked fabulous and I don't need anymore tchotchkes.
I thought this was adorable. I passed it on the way that morning and made a mental note to stop on the way back to the highway.