Having safely escaped the southeast and the looming Hurricane Matthew — which happened to be less damaging and dangerous than anticipated — we ventured into Amish Country, first in Ohio and then Indiana.
Oberlin, Ohio, was beautiful and rolling. The vast countrysides were picturesque, and it was entertaining watching the folks on horse-drawn carriages.
The same folks we’d also seen donned in the stereotypical zipper- and button-free clothing, shopping in Walmart.
It was a quiet and slower area, nothing like we’d picture the area around Cleveland to be. Even the campground we stayed at was beautiful, with a great playground, walking and bike-riding trails, and even a catch-and-release fishing pond.
Sadly, try as we might, we couldn’t find the Amish villages and shops we’d heard so much about. We saw the people, the horses, the carriages, and the signs, but we couldn’t find what drew the tourists.
We had similar luck in Indiana, although we were in a busier — and not so scenic — area just outside Indianapolis. With that said, though, there was more to see and do.
Being close to Halloween, there were many fall festivals taking place. We found one that was a petting and pick-a-pumpkin farm, with a corn maze and children’s play area that our sons certainly didn’t want to leave, amazing food, and tons to see and do. If you’re ever in the Indianapolis area, no matter the time of year, you must look up the Waterman’s farm!
That night we drove to Indiapolis, where the city was holding a celebration for the American Red Cross, celebrating 100 years. There were live bands, firetrucks, food trucks, activities, and more on display and taking place. We even wrapped up the evening with a horse-drawn carriage ride through the historic city.
The campground we were at had a nice creek that ran through it, a couple of playgrounds (one that our site backed up to, so it was like having our very own jungle gym), an activity room, and a stable with two horses: a mother and her colt! Although we couldn’t ride them, we were informed we could feed them, so whenever we went to the grocery store we made sure to buy carrots for the large friendly residents.
Now we’re on the way to Kansas City, to park our rig at the Jellystone campground there and hop on a plane bound for the Northwestern-most point of the country.
Alaska, here we come!