I was at Walnut Grove today for their annual event. The spectators left and there were only people in 18th century dress. It was a beautiful fall evening. We were camped under a grove of walnut trees, the smell of wood smoke was in the air. Some were cooking, we were rolling cartridges, others were relaxing or going about the camp routine. Then some with a fiddle started playing "The Gael". Now that was a "Mohican Moment".