The East coast is beautiful, much more so than I ever thought. It is so green! Green! Green! Green! Granted it is crowded, but the trees are able to hide the feeling of urban sprawl except in the downtown areas.
I recently went for a drive with a friend from work through Amish country in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Fall has taken its toll on the corn fields, but the countryside is still green and beautiful.
Of course the Amish folks were everywhere. I met a young Amish girl named Linda at a roadside stand selling Whoopie Pies. She was an engaging young girl whose accent sounded more Australian than German. I would post a picture, but, “The English are not allowed to take pictures of the Amish.” I’ve never been called English before. I did take a few pictures of the famous horse buggies. I hope I didn’t offend anyone. I figured I could outrun any trouble.
The Amish country is filled with tourists like me hoping to get a look at the keepers of the 19th Century. I wonder if they feel like animals in the zoo, on display for strange aliens to look at.
Whatever guilt I felt about invading this peaceful country vanished as soon as I discovered Fry Pies. I purchased one from a roadside stand and kept it, thinking I would eat it after lunch. The pie got eaten a few miles away. After which we returned directly to the stand to purchase 10 more.
There was no one attending the stand. It had a sign with the price and a metal box for the money. Put your money in and grab your choice of pies. Mmmmmm, fry pies! I can feel the real butter coursing through my veins.
This last picture proves I am still in junior high.
At least I refrained from buying the t-shirt.