“Alright, house, be good,” Ron said at 7:09 a.m. as he put the truck in gear. We headed out on our next adventure: a week in the Finger Lakes region for our thirteenth anniversary, sandwiched between Lancaster and Gettysburg on the way.
Choosing to avoid the DC/Baltimore traffic, we went the more scenic route up the Eatern Shore. Arriving just after 2:30, we settled into site 4 quickly, the dogs happy to get out of the truck.
Driving to Bird in Hand for some shopping, we passed the girls rolling by in their mini-horse drawn cart.
Bird in Hand shops yielded a few good finds, but we scored at Jake’s Trading Post.
“Is there anything left?” said the man in the truck beside Ron.
“I don’t think so,” Ron replied, a grin on his face. He knows how I shop. Our last trip to Lancaster yielded the same results. And made for a profitable holiday season for Honest Reflections.
“I want to open a campground in my seventies. Yeah, that would be fun!”
Ron’s animated face, arms spread wide as he imagined our future, made me smile. Going down the rabbit hole of dreams, he started planning it.
“Yeah, that would be fun. Can you imagine the people we would meet?”
Campfire dreaming with my better half by the flames:-)!
Rocco has a hot spot he won’t leave alone. A trooper, he lets us put on the cone without hassle, and doesn’t squirm when we administer the vet-prescribed medication.
Sucky vacation for him, but hopefully he can become cone free soon. My little body guard brings so much joy to our lives.
Meanwhile, Daddy worked to control Ruby.
“It’s hard to imagine she didn’t exist six months ago; everything’s new to her.” Ron’s words made me think and reminded me that she’s just a puppy, even though she looks grown to me.
Ron slept in with the pups while I enjoyed a quiet moment with the Lord. Once up, Ron loved how the pups settled in with me.
Exercising the dogs, we enjoyed the sights and sounds of Mill Bridge Campground and Resort.
With tickets for the 11:00 a.m. show, we had a lazy morning. Sight and Sound’s location, less than ten minutes from the campground, made for easy access. Arriving at 10:30, we had plenty of time to get our glazed almonds, take pictures, and find our seats.
The show didn’t disappoint, animals galore, our favorite scene came after intermission. When the curtains drew back, we found ourselves in the arc, surrounded by animatronic animals in their respective stalls, watching over us.
After enjoying the show, we cooked hot dogs on the grill for lunch before golfing at Willow Valley’s nine-hole course. We discovered the quaint course last year, nestled behind the picturesque church whose church bells rang periodically.
Passing Lucky Dog Cafe, we made a U-turn to check it out. Arriving at happy hour, we enjoyed $6 crab dip and $1.50 tacos, filling our bellies for an early dinner. And, of course, we bought the T-shirt.
Wanting to capture the mill, I videoed our return to Mill Bridge.
Sitting at the picnic table, making necklaces, periodically a buggy rolled by, the clop of the horse’s hooves heard long before seeing it. Ron built a fire, and the evening passed quietly.
After one last walk with the pups around the campground, we loaded up for the next leg of our journey, Finger Lakes, NY, at 9:17 a.m. I climbed into my seat for the four and a half hour ride.
