Burton to Carlisle

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Thursday, August 25, 2011

On this day we drove from Burton to Carlisle, PA. First we had a wonderful breakfast at the Red Maple Inn with local maple syrup, local sausage, local eggs and an abundance of everything. We met a couple who had moved from the area to Florida, but who had come back for a month to see friends and get out of the Florida humidity. They spent some of that time driving Amish friends to appointments, etc. Imagine a month of that food – we would weigh more than we do now, that's for sure. As Rob and Daryl were getting ready early in the morning they heard someone shouting out back. As we looked out from our balcony, we saw an Amish man whose three cows had escaped from their gated field during the storm and who were lounging around under a tree on the Inn's grounds. He had nothing but his voice and his hand tapping on the lead cow's butt to make her move, but he got them back in the paddock. Rob had noticed that somewhere outside Cleveland we must have got hit by a rock as there was a significant crack in the windshield. Like everything else on the ZR-1, it is expensive, hard to get and even if you have windshield insurance, which we do, a pain in the neck to get replaced with real GM glass and because of all the electronics attached. We started the drive to Carlisle on scenic country roads with rolling fields and tidy homes. Then we ended up on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, a toll road, much faster but not as bucolic. When we finally got to Carlisle, after $25-30 in tolls, we settled in at the Wyngate, Daryl did a little laundry, the guys wiped off the cars and before we knew it, Leonard and Carol had arrived, pulling the trailer. We all walked next door to the Cracker Barrel for dinner. On the way back to the hotel, all 100 yards or so, it started to pour again.

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