Wildwood Bayou 2016

Wildwood Bayou 2016

Thursday, July 28, 2011

A Day in Lancaster County



    Continuing our adventure from the previous blog, we spent the night in Lancaster, PA. We are in the heart of Amish country. Lancaster County has the highest population of Amish in the world. They came over here from the offer of William Penn to escape religious persecution in Europe. The early Amish and Mennonites originally came from Switzerland and southern Germany. I don’t express to be an expert on their beliefs or religion, but I do know that, here in Lancaster County, the Amish homes are not connected to public electricity, they do not have phones or computers in their homes, they do not drive motor vehicles of any kind, and all of their farming is done using horses or mules to provide the pulling power. When I got here, I envisioned a separate little close knit community where the Amish folks lived and stayed separate from the non-Amish  folks. I soon found out that this is not the case. It is difficult to tell, from the outside, an Amish home from an “English” (non-Amish) home. Drive throughout the county, and you will see English homes right next to Amish homes and they don’t look different. After a while you can spot the telltale signs but you have to look for them. Most of the newer Amish homes are fully wired for electrical service, just not connected. This is so that later, if need be, the house can be sold to either an Amish or an English family. One of the most tell tale signs of an Amish home is the clothesline outside. It is easily reachable from the home and extends quite some distance from the house. It is on a pulley system and, most notably, is several feet off the ground. Again useful as the ground under the line is not monopolized by drying laundry. It can easily be used for other things while laundry hangs in the breeze! 


    Amish don’t drive cars, but do get around just fine in horse drawn vehicles. You see them everywhere in town. Even the Walmart and Target supercenters have covered tie up areas where the horse and buggies can be kept while the family shops. 


    You also begin to notice that the farmhouses may look small from the street, but they have several additions and sometimes other buildings on the same property. This is because there can be several generations living and working on the homestead. The average homestead is around 100 acres. It is most usually planted in either corn or tobacco and alfalfa. The tobacco and some of the corn is sold as cash crop. The remaining corn and alfalfa is used to feed the working livestock. 


    Now it’s not to be said that the Amish folk totally shun electricity and modern appliances. In fact, most of the farmsteads have a large diesel generator that produces electricity that is used to power wood working equipment or even to light the roadside shops that sell homemade products to tourists. You will frequently find a small gas powered motor, mounted on a trailer that uses it to power a piece of hydraulic farm equipment (like a sprayer or harvester). This implement is just like an English farmer’s, except instead of a tractor pulling and powering it, it is a horse and an external engine. 


    Tobacco in the field. 
    An Amish youngster goes to a one room schoolhouse from grades 1-8. After that, they are old enough to work in the fields or help out at home. You see the schoolhouses all around the county. 


    This is a schoolhouse. Typically, there are 25-30 students at any time. The teacher typically comes from the area and in fact, was probably educated at that very schoolhouse! Notice the wheeled “scooters” at the right. Amish do not believe in bicycles for the kids. Instead, they take a scooter type contraption and that is how they get around. Some of them use bicycle sized wheels and from a distance even look like a bike. 


    This is a typical buggy that is found only in Lancaster County. How can you tell? Other buggies that you may come across in the country will be all black. It is only here in Lancaster County, and a small part of the county at that, where you will find the grey sidewalls and top. 

    The farm where we stopped and visited not only sold homemade baked goods (which were to die for!!), but also raise miniature horses. The Amish will sometimes use miniature horses to  train the youngsters on how to care for and hitch up a horse to a wagon. They also will sell them to other breeders and to those who want to raise miniatures. 



    My little goat buddy. He came up to the fence and enjoyed a good head scratch. Too cute!
    There is also something unique to this part of the country that I had to find out about. I had heard about it and had seen it advertised at restaurants along the roadside. Even during the tour of Hershey, I was told that Milton Hershey loved it and ate it regularly. What is “it”? Well, “it” is chicken and waffles!!! Again, my mind immediately went to strips of grilled or boiled chicken served over a buttered and syrupy waffle. OH YUCK!!! As usual, I was wrong. The authentic chicken and waffles that I enjoyed (and went back for seconds mind you) was a kind of shredded chicken in a thick gravy. This combination was kind of like homemade chicken and noodles without the noodles. This is ladled over a small, plain, unbuttered belgian waffle. All in all it is pretty tasty. Our waitress, who was a lifelong resident of Lancaster County, said that this is what she makes for her family. In fact, she said that you make up the batch of waffles for the meal, then the last batch is made extra crispy and is served with ice cream for desert. 
   

    Another famous confection, the “Whoopee Pie”. Two big soft cookies with a homemade creme filling. Each one is unique to the various cook. The ones we tried were recommended because the filling was not as sweet and the cookies were extraordinarily tasty (yes on both counts!) I tried the chocolate one, but there were  also oatmeal and chocolate chip. Between the homemade meals and the baked goods that we bought, I now have to do several days of additional exercise to work them off (but it’s worth it!).  


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Chocolate, Need I Say More?



    No visit to this area is complete without a visit to Hershey, PA. We took the opportunity to drive over and visit “The Sweetest Place on Earth”. Kate, the campground owner, volunteered to watch Misty for us so we booked a hotel room in Lancaster and headed to Pennsylvania. Once you got outside of the Philadelphia metro area, the countryside opens up and is dotted with rolling farmland. Miles and miles of cornfields interspersed with alfalfa fields. If you missed the town welcome sign (pictured above), or the streetlights along Chocolate Ave., you can’t miss the overall smell of chocolate that drifts over the town. You know you’re at the epicenter of one of the best known chocolate manufacturers in America. 


    The streetlights alternate between a wrapped Hershey’s Kiss and an unwrapped one. 


    You can’t really tour the actual factory anymore, but Hershey has set up a place called “Chocolate World” for the millions of visitors that come through. Here there are several interactive activities and an informative ride through a replica of the chocolate making machines that are in use today. You can package your own bag of kisses from the conveyor line. You can make your own dessert and then eat it! There is a chocolate tasting seminar where you can sample a wide variety of chocolates made from cocoa beans from around the world. You can take a trolley ride through town and see historical places of interest, while singing along with your tour guides (yes, you do sing and a song sheet is provided so you can’t say that you don’t know the words!). At various stops along the way, you get to sample some of Hershey’s signature chocolate products. 



    Molds of Hershey bars. Now if only I had marshmallows and graham crackers...


    Kisses rolling off of the production wheel. I think that I consumed at least this many today alone!
    Hershey itself grew up around the plant. It was originally known as Derry Church, PA. It’s named was changed in 1906 after the chocolate product became widely known. Milton Hershey envisioned a complete community surrounding his factory. Complete with affordable housing, quality public schools and transportation, abundant recreation and cultural opportunities. He built a model town based on this concept and we see that today in Hershey. In fact, he wanted an amusement park and built what was then called Hershey Park. It is still in operation and is known today as Hersheypark. There are several roller coasters and carnival type rides along with a large outdoor concert hall right next to the plant. 
    The Hersheys were not able to have children, so in 1909 Milton started a school for boys who were orphans or who could not get a good education. Why only boys you ask? Well, at the turn of the century it seems that family members seemed to find homes and care for disadvantaged or orphaned girls. The Hersheys saw a predominance of boys who had no homes or family or any means to better themselves so they opened the school for boys. In the late 1960’s the school began accepting girls and now is about 50/50 split among the genders. Milton also saw to it that each graduate (the school provided education First grade through High School) received a $100 bill which he could use to start his new life. That tradition continues today. But there are also scholarships available that provide thousands of dollars towards tuition and provide the student with computers to help them in the pursuit of higher education.


    Chocolate syrup being bottled. Got Milk anyone???
    Later in September, we will be back in Hershey to attend the country’s largest RV show. At this show, many of the RV manufacturers introduce what is new in their coming year’s line of products. Vendors also abound offering a wide variety of things that the RVer can’t live without. Should be fun!




Friday, July 22, 2011

Parasailin’ at Cape May



    Hot, hot, hot. Not the chorus of a song, but a statement of the weather every day. There is a rule in the campground that we quit working when the heat index reaches 95 degrees. That has happened every day this week. Sometimes by 10:00 am!!! Unfortunately, this is not the only place in the country suffering. Seems this heat wave is gripping most of the states east of Colorado. I’ve even talked with some of our Canadian friends here in the Park and it’s still this hot even in Montreal! Gotta go to the North Pole to get some relief. 
    Anyway, we braved the heat indexes and drove down to Cape May to go parasailing. Barb found this “Groupon” online that offered a trip at half price. So we scheduled it for today, not knowing it would be the hottest day on record. We got to Cape May a little early, so we trekked down to the State Park beach where we had been before (see the blog of June 16th). As we walked on the sand out to the surf, Barb’s feet got blistered! Literally blistered from the hot sand! This was at 10:30 am. 


    We made it to the water and soaked for an hour or so but, without a beach umbrella, the sun was merciless. We crossed the sands yet again, this time Barb wore her sandals, choosing sandblasting her feet as opposed to frying them again. After washing our feet off, we headed for the dock to get ready for our trip. 
    Due to the fact that the water is so cool and the air is so warm, there was a lot of fog just offshore. This fog caused the morning parasailors to get back in later than expected. We sat out under a small picnic table umbrella waiting in the 121 degree heat index day. Global warming is alive and well in New Jersey!! Finally we boarded the boat and with ten other hardy souls headed out to sea. Magically, as we left the harbor and got into open water the air temperature dropped at least 20 degrees. It felt great. Finally, a cool breeze while speeding out on a relatively smooth sea. 


    Above is a view of the Cape May beaches from our boat. Anyway, the jist of parasailing (for those not familiar with it) is you don a harness not unlike the swingset seats you see on public playgrounds only with some extra straps to hold you in. When it’s your turn, you scoot back to the fantail at the back of the boat and are hooked up to a large parachute that is connected to the boat by a tether cord. At a signal from the Captain, the tether line is let out from the moving boat, the ‘chute fills with air, and you are lifted behind the boat and into the air. About 500’ of line is played out and you hover somewhere around 325-375’ above the water. 


    Getting the parachute rigging ready for the first group of two.


    Off they go. You like the “Happy Face” parachute? You can see this thing from all over. 


    The view as you leave the boat and rise into the air.
    The view was remarkable. One of the parasailors saw dolphins on their ride. We didn’t see any dolphins, but saw dozens of stingrays. They appear as a brownish diamond floating just under the surface of the water. We saw them in groups of twos and threes and one group of nine!


    A view of me taking in the view. Gotta love the hair!!
    As we were reeled back into the boat, the Captain was kind enough to gently drag us through the surf! A kind of baptism for parasailors. He slows down and you gently drop into the ocean and drag your legs in the water (getting pretty well soaked in the process). It was great fun and a great way to escape the heat. 



Thursday, July 14, 2011

Barnegat Lighthouse



    We haven’t been venturing too far from the motorhome lately. It’s been too hot and humid to enjoy any outings. Now, I know that it isn’t nearly as hot as back in Kansas, but that is one of the reasons that we are mobile. We came to New Jersey thinking that the increase in latitude and proximity to the ocean would equate to cooler temps. Well, with heat indexes at or over 100 degrees, we have been proven wrong! 


    The weather finally broke this week and the humidity went into the comfortable ranges along with the temperatures. We jumped on the opportunity to get out and sightsee. We drove a little ways north and came to Long Beach Island (aka LBI by locals). This little island is the home to a long eastern coastal beach, thousands of tourists and beachgoers, and the Barnegat Lighthouse. The site of this lighthouse was considered one of the most important change of course points along the eastern seacoast for vessels sailing to New York from Europe. Sailors depended on the Lighthouse as a navigational aide to assist them in reaching their ports and to avoid the dangerous shoals that extended from the shore. In 1856, guided by recommendations from Lieutenant George Meade (soon to be General George Mead and the Commander of Union forces at Gettysburg!), Congress appropriated $60,000 to construct a first class light at Barnegat Inlet. (Lighthouses are rated based upon the type of light they have. Classes range from First to Seventh. ) The beehive shaped Fresnel lens is six feet in diameter, ten feet high, and is formed from over 1,000 separate glass prisms and twenty four bullseye lenses mounted in a brass frame. Turned by a clockwork mechanism, the lens rotated once every four minutes. The speed of the rotation and the 24 individual beams of light from the bullseye lenses gave the Barnegat Lighthouse its characteristic of one flash every ten seconds. The currents in this end of the island cause severe erosion to the banks and have claimed the lighthouse keeper’s quarters. In the 1920’s, local residents raised funds to build permanent jetties to protect the lighthouse. Today is sits a mere 40 feet from the waters edge!


    Since I lived in Kansas for most of my adult life, I haven’t had much contact with lighthouses. I have learned that the lighthouses were all painted differently, using different colors and patterns, in order to distinguish them to sailors. Barnegat sports the red and white halves. The Absecon lighthouse in Atlantic City sports a White-Black-White banding. There are 217 steps in a narrow circular staircase that you can use to climb to the top of the lighthouse. The lighthouse keepers made this journey several times a day carrying oil and maintenance materials to keep the light working in all weather. 


    Working our way up to the top.


    The view out to sea from the top. The lighter colors in the water are the sand bars in the bay. 


    Again from the top, looking out along the jetties that protect the lighthouse. We walked along this jetty to the point and hung out on the beach for a while. 


    Coast Guard vessel cruising the inlet area.


    We watched several fishing boats coming in. Both commercial (like this one) and chartered were doing a brisk business. 


    Up close and personal on the jetty. As we walked along this, you could see the small crabs crawling around at the bottom of the rocks. Once in awhile, you saw the remains of a crab that had become a meal for the seagulls. 


    A view down the beach at the end of the jetty. The water was a brisk 70 degrees, but felt good to wade in.