I woke up at 7:15 to the Martin kids getting ready for school. This was my first time waking up in the Eastern Time Zone and I wasn't ready for it. After they left for the school, I fell back asleep on the couch for a nap before starting the day. I said goodbye to Brandon, April and a fussy Lincoln before heading into the main part of town. It was awesome to meet such a great family through a chain of events that all started with striking up a conversation with someone in a Timbers jersey.
I took county roads north of Highway 6 until I passed through the town of Bremen where I dipped south of the busier highway. I continued east on County Road 1350 which went through the heart of Amish country. Cars on this road were used to dodging Amish bicycles and horse buggies so I felt pretty safe despite the slightly higher traffic. Any tourists passing through could have easily mistaken me for being Amish with my cart and beard. I have a mustache with my beard though. I was surprised to see so many Amish riding in vans. I later learned that if 95 percent of the world was Amish, the other 5 percent would be drivers.
Near the town of Milford, I gave my host for the night, Tom Henderson, a call to take him up on his offer to pick me and my cart up. Tom was another church connection from my uncle Jason who I was lucky enough to host me for the evening. He picked me up and we traveled to the larger town of Syracuse where we picked up a couple ingredients for dinner.
We later arrived to the extensively remodeled Henderson cottage a short distance away from Dewart Lake. Tom cooked a delicious soup and we were joined by his wife Esther who was just coming back from the high school girl's soccer game. After dinner and Esther went to bed, Tom and I watched TV with a fresh batch of cookies.
I took county roads north of Highway 6 until I passed through the town of Bremen where I dipped south of the busier highway. I continued east on County Road 1350 which went through the heart of Amish country. Cars on this road were used to dodging Amish bicycles and horse buggies so I felt pretty safe despite the slightly higher traffic. Any tourists passing through could have easily mistaken me for being Amish with my cart and beard. I have a mustache with my beard though. I was surprised to see so many Amish riding in vans. I later learned that if 95 percent of the world was Amish, the other 5 percent would be drivers.
Near the town of Milford, I gave my host for the night, Tom Henderson, a call to take him up on his offer to pick me and my cart up. Tom was another church connection from my uncle Jason who I was lucky enough to host me for the evening. He picked me up and we traveled to the larger town of Syracuse where we picked up a couple ingredients for dinner.
We later arrived to the extensively remodeled Henderson cottage a short distance away from Dewart Lake. Tom cooked a delicious soup and we were joined by his wife Esther who was just coming back from the high school girl's soccer game. After dinner and Esther went to bed, Tom and I watched TV with a fresh batch of cookies.
Those buggies are fast
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