It's 2014. Many, many years after 1877. But much like you, I came here from a year in the past as well. From just a few years after the turn of the century.
It's a marvellous, wondrous thing, isn't it? The idea of travelling through time from one date to the other. Seeing the future that you only ever whispered about, or wrote down in your journals.
I am related to Gilbert, but I promise you that's really a minor detail. I'd like to take you to see a place I think you'll like, there are plenty of parts and trees and a nice little place with hardwood floors, high ceilings and plenty of paintings. It's where I live, but I haven't been there in quite some time.