Thursday, August 19th, 2010

We are not people who drive around the nation and find the biggest ball of yarn, or biggest frying pan, or meet the person who has the most time on their hands to create something sooo… nevermind.

But, we did make an exception. Check this guy out:

That's a big basket.

That's a big basket.

Nice angle, right?

Nice angle, right?

Cool huh? This thing, the Longaberger Building, was huge and just made us hungry so we continued on for another 2 hours or so before taking a break for a nice sandwich at Arby’s. Not a full picnic, but it filled the bellies.

On our way out, we were entertained by a homeless man giving us Disney impressions. He was a nice guy. There were not many homeless in this area, and normally, we don’t feel the urge to give to a person if it feels like he/she is off his rocker or using any type of substance. But the urge to give was there, and since we were right by a grocery store we were able to help him out and see him walk into the store. We don’t know if he went to buy food or if the beer is cheaper in a grocery store, but we hope it was for the former. He wished us a ‘God Bless’ and we parted ways.

Next, we randomly showed up in a town for gas, and heard about this family who traveled all the way from Pennsylvania just to visit the Amish villages and to shop for crafts. Since this is something on papa bear’s list, we decided we should go have a look. Supposedly it was only 5 miles down the road for a so-so town or another 12 miles for the better one. We searched out the best one of course… we were not sure how they do it, but this village was literally impossible for us to find. I guess these guys don’t advertise very much but we diverted our path for about 25 miles and didn’t find any sign of them. We saw a few restaurants and antique shops, but we were looking for the villages and homes… but nothing was to be found. We gave up and headed out…

On our way out, Greg looks in his rearview mirrors and sees a flying kite behind Jerry’s bike. Flapping in the wind, hitting the ground, then flying up again… what the heck is that he thought. He quickly signaled to his father to pull over, because he wanted to know how he quickly set up such a cool kite to fly behind his bike. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a kite, and happened to be our tent. Nature can be cruel sometimes, and wind is a powerful beast. Being strapped tightly to the top and fastened by a thin string, he slipped out and went flying, destroyed the bag, and the tent went flying off to the side of the road (luckily).

Tent bag

Tent bag

Having a nice walk.

Having a nice walk.

We salvaged the tent and tossed the bag. The holes and slits have added character to our tent and we’ll have to use it until we have time to get another and hope we have decent weather in the near future *ya right*.

The rest of the trip was problem free and we arrived near Niagara Falls 3.5 hours later. The toll line to get onto the island we were staying was too long so we decided to get off the highway and stop for a caffeine-fix and blog update. The delay didn’t work because right before dusk, it still took 30 minutes to get through the toll and we arrived at a campground after dark… RIGHT before the storms hit. GREAT!

Setting up camp

Setting up camp

These campgrounds had showers and Jerry was locked in the bathroom while the storm and lightning hit not more than a mile away. The inside of the tent got wet but there was little wind and we survived yet another storm. We ended our day with a few games of cribbage and hit the hay. Tomorrow, Niagara Falls!