Among my favorite outings has been Pennsylvania Dutch country, less than an hour away. Lancaster, Pennsylvania also has the shopping outlets, once a much bigger lure than now, as seen by the ease of parking these past few years. They have farmers markets, restaurants based on the pig, along with the department store chains and franchise restaurants on the main drag. But it has always been the rural sections with buggies, kids and women coasting on bicycles that they push along with their left foot as pedals are prohibited by their sects, real farms, some grown quite large, and other out of the way places that keep me coming back as a brief escape from home.
I have two routes there, my usual path from home, Route 41 to 30, the Lincoln Highway, or Route 896 that connects the University of Delaware to the Rockvale Outlets. Each main route has a number of places where roads less travelled can be accessed. One takes people to Strasburg, built around the Pennsylvania Railroad Museum and steam engine ride, with most of the town having a rail theme. One road takes people to Oxford, a larger place than I expected that seems to rise from nowhere. Whatever cross road you take, it will eventually connect to Route 41 or 896 so getting to Lancaster is pretty much a sure thing, but just in case I can set the GPS. So yesterday I hit Pizza/Atglen, got off Route 41 where I always wanted to but never did and stayed on Route 372, not quite following the GPS to the pizza destination. Virtually entirely farms with perhaps and occasional small factory with a bunch of cars in the lot. A few modern houses that could pass as suburban tract housing. I always wondered how people in these places make a living when business are few and do not need a lot of workers, and certainly not a lot of highly paid workers, other than the utility companies, hospitals and school districts. Amish buggies and bicycles but hardly any cars other than mine. Not even a lot of churches. Eventually this road found its way to 896, which I followed to the Rockvale outlets, stopped briefly at two stores, and returned in the direction of Strasburg, which advertised itself on the billboards as an historical destination. GPS indicated a nearby winery just outside my route home, but on arrival it was defunct. Just headed home. Pleasant outing as it always is.
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