Moving right along...

Actually, I don't have much to blog about; I just figured it was time to move the toilet paper on down the page.  You'll notice that nasty fingerprint is still on the lens of my camera.  I've tried and tried, but it stays there.  I don't know how it could be on the inside, when it wasn't there originally.  I'm hoping to replace the camera before Cliff retires.  

Yesterday we went for a motorcycle ride.  

We took the long way, through Chillicothe, the home of sliced bread.  

There are signs that let you know you're approaching Jamesport.  


We shopped in several Amish stores.  I bought a tomato-slicing knife in one, and some banana chips and a pint of sorghum in another.  

The horses the Amish use strike me as homely and skinny, but they sure do get down the road at a good clip.  

This was outside one store.  

We found a nice park in which to eat our sardines, but we were tormented by a luscious-looking cake a nearby group had sitting out in the open, tempting us.  You'll be able to see it on the left of the orange cooler, if you click on the picture to make it bigger.  

We rode through downtown, but didn't stop.  


We made this trip two years ago; I blogged about it HERE.  You can read more about the Amish community in Jamesport HERE.