It is this area that there is much to see and do if one enjoys looking at the folk art of the Plain People and English (non-Amish and Mennonites) that inhabit the area--especially if one loves quilts as there people are world renown for their quilts. Our first stop was in a small town in which the wife and sister decided to do a little quilt shopping. Of course this left me with nothing to do but to take pictures and encounter my first scooter riding Amish . . .
Amish Quilt--Star Pattern
Young Amish man on a popular Amish mode of transportation--the scooter
After saving thousands of dollars by not buying any quilts we were out to the for a little "creeping". The area was a luscious green, corn was a good seven to eight foot tall, the tobacco was healthy, and the farmers were out haying the fields. It was neat to watch the farmer swath the fields with horse drawn mowers.
The lush farmland of the Amish
Hoeing the tobacco
The goal of driving on the back roads was to be in the "presence" of the Amish and Mennonites as they went about their daily lives, and it was also to take a less traveled route to Intercourse--Amish Mecca. There was a lot to see before we got to Intercourse . . .
Some of the local traffic
Mascot Roller Mill--in operation since 1865 until 1977 by the Amish
A couple of young Amish girls playing by the Mascot Roller Mill
Amish family driving by the mill
Another Amish family out riding
The Meyer Homestead--a Amish farmstead since 1759 by the same family
Young Amish girl with the family pets
A little Amish laundry
Eventually we made it to Intercourse and its many shops and tourist attractions. Now this is a great spot to do a little "creeping" as the Amish zip through the town, work the shops, and generally live life. The folk art was spectacular . . . and the Amish people, well, see for yourself . . .
How the community of Intercourse got its name
A little of the folk art
An older Amish couple
Sharing the roads with the "English"
More folk art
A wary look towards the tourists
An elderly couple heading down the road
The Amish use a lot of trotters for their teams
The excitement of being in town
Brother and sister strolling through town
A popular mode of transportation especially among the young Amish
An "Amish" moose
Two generations out for a ride
Moving equipment back to the farm
From Intercourse we made our way through more countryside looking for shops and the Amish. Along the way we saw another mill and several horses enjoying the day. Eventually we came upon a little town where there was a winery--non-Amish run, but English run. Despite that we were assured that the Amish like their wine. Again, excellent photo opportunities . . .
A horse enjoying an afternoon snack
Checking out the local traffic
Scooting down the road
No matter what culture a child stuck between a rock and a hard place
Strasburg Winery--open ten weeks
A young Amish boy
Brothers at play
The wine was nice--even had corks in the bottles--must be good
From Strasburg we headed back to Hagerstown, but not without a quick stop in Gettysburg for supper and some time with my youngest brother and his wife at the Appalachian Brewing Company. This was actually my second visit to a Appalachian Brewing Company site as I visited one once before on a training trip to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania several years ago. Despite a familiarity to the brewery it was still good food, brew, and company. Once we were done we took a cruise around the Gettysburg battleground before heading home.
Good food, wonderful beer, and great family at the ABC of Gettysburg
A nice cold brew after a long, hot day "Amish creeping"
It was a Jolly Scot Scottish Ale (if you were wondering)
The community of Gettysburg at dusk
From Gettysburg we eventually made it home after a twenty mile detour--in the dark on roads none of us knew anything about--thanks to an accident. The final day of our vacation was a day of respite and rest as we sat around, talked, and had supper with my other brother. It was a treat to be able to spend time visiting new places, but the best treat was having time with family. The wife and I flew out of Dulles International Airport at 6:30AM--made a quick run through the Minneapolis Airport to catch our connection to Montana--and we were home by 10:15AM. It was a whirlwind trip symbolic of our whole vacation, and a tiredness of a job well done. As fun as it was, it was great to be home and greeted by Maddie and her Boxer dance. There is no place like home.