We couldn’t have traveled through Pennsylvania without a visit to the Amish country. From reading some comments, I knew we wanted nothing to do with Lancaster, itself. Too much like Disney was my impression.
I remembered a small group of Casita owners had met in Intercourse, last year. A little digging on the internet turned up the name of the RV park. Beacon Hill. Overlooking two separate Amish farms, complete with sounds and smells.
I can’t quite describe the feelings I get while watching these people go about their daily lives. What did I miss in life, or is it the other way? Are they the deprived ones? I tried to make eye contact with each one I met along the roads. Everyone one of them smiled, and waved a greeting. They appear to be a very happy and content people. As I’ve read that they don’t like to pose for pictures, all mine are random snapshots from the truck. The quality isn’t that good, but hopefully you can see them.
Courtin’ couple, maybe!
Family. See the small head in the middle?
Their farms are all neat looking, as farms go, and some are showplaces.
They grow corn, soybeans, alfalfa, and tobacco. Most also appeared to have a small dairy. The tobacco was a surprise, but we saw lots drying in barns.
Today was spent just driving the country roads, watching the work going on.
Raking hay. Notice the little boy on the rake to the left?
Youth night, last evening, just down the road. They all unhook their buggies and tie the horses together.
Was told they were playing volleyball inside the building.
And, did I mention their horses. Every buggy was pulled by a magnificent gaited animal that wasn’t bothered by automobiles, tractor trailers, or any thing else, apparently. Beautiful animals.
Wish I could spend a couple weeks living alongside these people to better understand their way of life. But that isn’t possible. For them to allow that to happen, their lifestyle would have been altered……jc