The corn is high, and against my nutritionist’s advice, I ate my weight in Amish brown butter noodles at Dienner’s.
Our Airbnb is a cute little wash house and the sun setting over the silos is mesmerizing.
We tasted the Mennonite White at Britain Hill Vineyards and listened to some music while we polished off a bottle of End of Summer White instead (because it felt appropriate for this weekend). Apparently SOME Mennos are just too sweet.
Thanked our new cow friends for the ice cream at Maplehofe Dairy and were lucky enough to drive back in the direction of a rather magical orange sky.
Five hours well spent.
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