We arrived in Lancaster County yesterday afternoon after a
scenic ride from New York State. As soon as we got in the vicinity of our
campground, we started to see Amish and Mennonite horses and buggies joining us
in the traffic. Many of the homes could
be identified as belonging to “plain people” with their lack of electric lines,
stark windows with no curtains, and loooong clotheslines with billowing quilts
and black and white clothing.
Our campground was chosen for its neighboring Amish farm. As
we sat outside, we could first hear the clop, clop, clop of horse hooves on the
asphalt out on the road. On closer
inspection, there are grooves in the asphalt from the wagon wheels going back
and forth. On the opposite side of the
campground is an Amish farm and we watched some younger family members harvesting
pumpkins. One guy stood in the wagon and
others tossed those heavy pumpkins up in the air, into the arms of the
receiver. Quick work and looked fun at the same time.
Peggy and I went shopping at a number of quilting stores and
other craft shops, while Bill and john went to the Strasberg Railroad. This
evening we listened to the loud din of the cicadas and inhaled the farmy scent
of the cows and horses.
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