So it turns out the Amish simply don’t drive cars. They enjoy all the pleasures of life without the automotive maintenance.

Leaving the Amish area of Pennsylvania, with a couple of fresh Apple Dumplings from an enterprising Amish bakery called Fooks (the Fooks could sell books, but then I guess the Fooks are cooks at heart), we headed south into the killing fields of the Gettysburg region. This is the spot where the North and the South beat the living daylights out of each other so they could shake hands, have a few beers and live in peace. By the way they are still beating the living daylights out of each other, only now it’s called football. Go the Packers! Yay!

Sorry Dave, I just don’t get the football, you need to talk to Kirsty. Anyone who flies from Australia to the U.S. to watch your version of football knows more about the game than me. In fact pretty much anyone knows more about it than me. A quarter back is what you get when you buy a seventy-five cent soda and pay with a buck right? But I digress as usual.

We are out of the city again, for a while at least and although it’s good to get out of New York we both were a little sad to leave. New York really grows on you despite the noise and the crowds. There is never a dull moment in (rats, I’m going to say it, even though I don’t have a clue what it means) the Big Apple.

Tonight we are at Harrisonburg (not Harrisburg, which is just down the road). We are heading back to the Appalachians in the morning.

Covered Bridge

Around Harpers Ferry where the North and the South sorted out their differences.