The Road to Enlightenment is through the Past!
Trip Start Sep 20, 2007
150Trip End May 16, 2008
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I did a walkabout today. For those who have never heard the term, I first heard it in a Crocodile Dundee movie. Here is the definition that I found, "Walkabout is an Australian pidgin (or perhaps quasi-pidgin) term referring to the belief that Australian Aborigines "go walkabout" at the age of thirteen in the wilderness for six months as a rite of passage. They then trace the path of the ceremonial ancestors of their tribe, following the exact route that those ancestors took, and imitating in a fashion, their heroic deeds. These paths are known as the Songlines." I'm not too sure about this being a rite of passage, in the sense noted here, but in the overall nature of this Journey I believe it is appropriate
I drove to the city of Lancaster today, parked the truck and walked about. For a few hours. No Parking tickets. I left all my change in the trailer...the meters don't accept Canadian loonies. There was 30 minutes left on the meter when I got there. I was in the downtown area. A few blocks from the Police Station and City Hall. Saw a Police Bike Patrol and a few other officers, even a Police horse (no rider). And how did I know it was a Police horse? It had a Sheriff's Badge tattoo! Actually I saw the horse trailer a couple of blocks away with "Police Horse" inscribed on it. So I walked about and admired the architecture and took pictures. The pictures hardly describe what I saw today. The history...the architecture, the people. Talking about people, my expectations were shattered. The majority of people I saw in the Lancaster downtown area were non-whites. I just assumed being in the heart of Amish Country with a strong German, Dutch, Irish history that other ethnic groups wouldn't be so strongly represented. I figured it would be more mid-western. You know...Minnesota...North Dakota...but German instead of Nordic.
When driving there were so many times I would have liked to have stopped to take a picture to show you what I am seeing but that isn't possible. Everybody is in such a hurry. Everybody going faster than the posted speed limit. Everybody tailgating. On the way back from Lancaster I saw one of the farms pictured here. No one was following so I quickly pulled over and stopped. Then I realized the other reason I don't do that more often...my camera...on the back seat...went flying. No damage. But if it could have been a different story if the camera had been on the front seat (like it usually is) and the resulting crash could have done some damage
So still no Amish sightings. Maybe tomorrow I'll get into the heart of Amish countryside and see these mysterious beings.
I would like to thank all those sending me messages indicating that they are diligently reading my blog and stating that they are enjoying my pictures. I haven't received many comments about my writings. But that's OK. I'm starting to think they are for my own purpose because I am SELF-centered. You really have to be reading the books that I'm reading to know where I'm coming from on some or is that MOST of this stuff. "Conversations with God" is such an amazing book. I honestly believe God had a conversation with the author. There is no other way to explain the information that is in this book. Now I just have to finish reading the first book and maybe a few of his subsequent books. I'll send you the link to his website when I'm finished the book.
"Lancaster is the oldest inland city in the United States of America
I realized something on my drive today. Has to do with incomplete or maybe even false information from the past. I had heard in the late 70's about the Nuclear Power Plant core meltdown at Three Mile Island. All these years I believed it was in the State of New York. When I arrived at the campground the other day, somebody mentioned Three Mile Island but I thought it was a marathon or some other event. When I decided to stay the few extra days until next Monday, I was informed by the campground office that they "officially" closed on Sunday, but that I could stay until Monday because most of the sites currently occupied were by workers at Three Mile Island doing maintenance work during the bi-annual shut-down. So I knew I was close to the Three Mile Island Nuclear Power Plant, I just hadn't realized how close. Today I left the campground going in the opposite direction from the other days. And not very far is the power plant. And you thought Halloween was scary. Guess I won't be needing my Glow-worm nightlight anymore!