We spent a wonderful day in Amish country on the way to Philadelphia. We stayed in a ‘traditional caboose’ and everything. I have no idea if it’s actually a tradition anywhere, but it was a funtime nonetheless.
Rush hour in Amish Country.
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We went to a shop and found some bees. BEES! Luckily there’s a lock on the door. I imagine that was put there after one really difficult lesson was learned.
In the shop, we acquired some Amish fudge.
In an official taste testing of Amish and Macinac Island fudge, I can say that the Amish pipped it to the winner’s podium. It really doesn’t stand up to the warm weather at all though. I now own a weirdly shaped bag of re-solidified fudge… Ideal.