I pulled over last night at the home of James and Jean, an Amish couple. James got one of his sons to go get me a cup of fresh goat milk while we were talking, and Jean cooked me some steak and eggs from their farm. I spent the night with James's parents, Lee and Mary Kathryn, in a little outbuilding on their property. Lee showed me some of his woodworking projects and talked with me on into the night. This morning Mary Kathryn made a big breakfast, and the three of us sat and chatted for a while, and I had the chance to ask a lot of questions about Amish culture.
This lovely woman (Judy?) bought me a soda at the BP station in Bremen where I was using the bathroom, and she gave me some beef jerky too.
Diedra (center) had seen me walking a couple times, and when she saw my cart parked outside the BP mentioned in the previous post, she came in to investigate. She invited me over to the Dairy Queen next door and gave me some french fries (she offered more, but I was still full from my big Amish breakfast). Also pictured are Betty (left), who once biked across the US, and Rhonda.
"He's just taller than his hair."
So reads a sign in the bathroom of Shirley and Arnie. Arnie saw me when he was checking the mail, and invited me in for a delicious lunch prepared by Shirley (alternately referred to by Arnie as "the greatest gal in the world" and "toots").
All you ever get these days is junk rail.
(In case you can't tell, that post is a piece of railroad rail, a pretty common post material out here.)
