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Bev's Journal Continues |
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| March 10, 2002 Norcross, GA Atlanta releases its hold on its denizens with reluctance, as the picture above demonstrates. This was the culminating misadventure in our quest to get out of Taraville. In our eagerness to load the car on the dolly so that we could get going, we, uh, overshot the dolly. Did we feel dumb? Well, that's one of the things we felt...the tow truck driver said he'd seen worse, and I'm sure he has, but... Everything would have been a lot easier if the car's battery hadn't died the week before. Anyway, we did manage to get to Farmington MO in time to meet the movers. We're taking a few days off to relax at my mom's before we try to make any more preparations. The main thing is that we are OUT OF GEORGIA!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| May 4, 2002 Northern Indiana – Shipshewana, Middlebury, Goshen We have been camping here since Thursday, and it is a relief to be in one place for a while. We drove the 460 miles from Farmington in two days in dubious weather, but we were lucky and escaped all but a few drops of rain. Friday morning dawned bright and sunny and the weather has been beautiful here ever since. The Sunnybrook team were able to fix the trailer while we looked around the shops of Middlebury, the small Amish town in which the RV manufacturer is located. We feel lucky to be here in spring and to witness the reawakening of the land. The Amish are out plowing their fields, and in one case the fellow was driving a team of eight draft horses—two rows of four abreast! The draft horses seem to be better taken care of than the horses that are used to pull the buggies. They graze in the pasture, and look well fed, while most of the carriage horses seem rawboned and are mainly quartered in the paddocks, and fed, I suppose, once or twice a day. The pastures are also reserved for the mares and their new foals. Speaking of the buggies, they are everywhere, and even Kroger has a hitching post. The Amish also travel on bicycles and on foot. Our first encounter with the buggies was when we arrived here Thursday night, and saw ahead of us a large orange triangle with two flashing red lights on either side of it. It took us a moment to realize that we were following a horse and buggy. I am told that there are all kinds of buggies, and most appear to make an exception to the general avoidance of electricity, I suppose, on the grounds of safety, for it seems obvious to me that without the blinking red lights, they would be routinely run down by the great number of tractor-trailers and tourists who roar through the town and countryside. |
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Two rigs -- We meet the Amish |