Bypassed Lancaster and went on through Bird-In-Hand to Intercourse. Love the name.
It was named that in 1814. In those days – quoting - “intercourse had a common usage referring to the pleasant mutual fellowship and frequent intermingling which was so much more common in the quiet country village of that day.” Or… The name could have come from “Enter Course.” As horse races began at the east end of town on a mile long straightaway and this was where they began. Of course I had to buy a shot glass that said, “I Love Intercourse.”
Had to look at all the beautiful quilts. WOW! Watched one lady working on one using a treadle sewing machine. And fingered all the beautiful fabric. Nope didn’t buy any.
Love this one - would like to make one like it sometime.
Went into the Intercourse Canning Co. and sampled the pickles and salsas. Yum. Didn’t buy anything but thinking back now I wish I had. Especially the corn salsa. Lots of beautiful flowers everywhere. Saw a strange one kind of orange and long and droopy. Asked someone what they were and were told, “I don’t know there real name but we call them Moon Flowers. At night the bloom opens up and raises to face the moon.”
Of course enjoyed all the signs of the Amish culture. Love to watch the beautiful horses that pull the buggies. Picked up a book about the Amish so will share a few tidbits. Many of the horses are bought from race tracks. Also there are a several types of buggies. The Family Buggy is usually enclosed and used by the women and on family outings. The Courting Buggy – open buggy with one seat for two people. Can’t hide any foolishness there. All have flashing lights for night driving, battery operated lights, turn signals and some have windshield wipers.
Didn’t know it but there are no bicycles in Amish communities, they use scooters instead.
All the laundry fluttering on the lines. So much work to be done.
For some reason known only to her Gypsy decided to take us on a very round about route home. Must have made 50 turns and saw lots of countryside. The Driver finally requested that we find a shorter way home. But by then I couldn’t figure out where we were on a map so had to follow her directions.
Got back to motorhome just in time. Had just settled in when the sky suddenly darkened and the whole coach shook from a clap of thunder. I thought it rained hard the other day – ha – that was just a sprinkle. We couldn’t see the jeep parked in front of the windshield. Lasted about an hour – continuous thunder and lightening. The park is still putting all the gravel on its roads back in place. And since then the Internet has been sporadic.
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