Custard pie, actually.

We ended a busy day with dinner at the Amish- run Blue Gate Restaurant’s buffet.

Morning began with an 8:00 start and 145 miles to drive to Shipshewana, Indiana. Those 145 miles were filled with traffic and semi-trucks. We were driving past Chicago after all.

We enjoyed strolling around town this visit (last year it was pouring rain) and shopping a bit.

I want to proclaim that I didn’t buy any vintage tablecloths.

I liked the one with the pears. We’ve been munching on Dancing Mandolin Player’s dried pears for many miles.

I did go to a fabric store. I think there are five here, but I resisted all but this one.

Doesn’t he look thrilled? He was actually quite pleased with himself for having had a bowl of homemade chili and having found an antique store that had a bag of corn husking gloves for sale at a bargain price of $14.00.

This was quite a bit less than what I spent on fabric, so I didn’t even roll my eyes.

We are staying at the Homestead Inn, quite a gorgeous place. Here’s one part of it.

We are 822 miles from home, but I doubt we will drive 411 miles a day any more.

Traffic, trucks and construction have slowed us down, but we eat trail mix and sing along to John Prime and Willie Nelson as we hurtle east.

Two and a half days to go……..