Greetings! On September 16, 2019, Frankie, Dennis and I drove over to the Pumpkin Vine Trail to ride our bikes. We started riding and Frankie pointed out the Amish farms. There were quite a few with washing hanging out on the line. Frankie loved this quilt. There were lots of horses in pastures and Amish black carriages in driveways and under carport-like shelters. We saw a composite bench that had been chewed up quite a bit by squirrels. The trail was lovely with lots of shade. We rode by cows and buffalo and bulls, lots of clusters of white farm buildings and houses with long clotheslines filled with dresses and overhauls and white shirts. On some of the buildings were solar collectors. This area of Indiana is the manufacturing hub for camper trailers. We passed lots full of campers and biked past the Winnebago manufacturing plant that smelled like plywood. We arrived at the end of the trail in a town called Shipshewa
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.