In an Amish Paradise

I have just spent the better part of half an hour trying to figure out why in God's name the spacing on the text and the photos in this post is not working out. I am hating Blogger not a little because of it. I am giving up for now, so please forgive the bizarre spacing at the end of this post.  

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Firstly, I'd like to say that I took most of these pictures from a moving car. Props, please. 

Secondly, I'd like to say that I am fond of rural Pennsylvania. I went from being fascinated by the Amish to being bored by them in a matter of hours, but there is something about being near a community of people that is utterly batshit crazy that is good for the soul. Plus everything was super cheap, the farm landscape appealed to me aesthetically,  and the food was terrific. (Seriously the best soft pretzel I have ever had in my entire life. And sausages, sauerkraut. Chicken pot pie. None of it kidding around.)

A landscape:

A dude plowing a field with, that's right, a team of mules.

A dude plowing his field with a hoe.

Nick and me making Amish faces. (We are not very good people.)

A very picturesque farm.

We each got coffee tables for $10.

We went to an auction. The Amish parked their buggies all together.

A covered bridge.

Here's what it looked like inside the auction. Those quilts were not kidding around either.
Outside the men were selling each other farm tools and horse tack and the like. It was really very interesting.

And that's all for now. Soon: even more recent events than these!