Last Saturday, Elisabeth and Joy headed up to Minnesota, where they met up with Andrea to take on the Almanzo and Royal 162.
Read Elisabeth's recap here:
The next stretch of road was absolutely beautiful and peaceful. We were
in Amish country, and we'd pass by fields being plowed by teams of four
horses. The farmers and their children always smiled and waved, even
from far off in the field. After all, their horses and plows were quiet
enough to hear our bikes coming down the gravel. The sides of the roads
were dotted with signs reading "Do Not Spray, Organic Farm," and I
thought a whole lot about how good it is that these farming communities
lasted long enough through the industrial agriculture revolution to make
it to today, when their sustainable practices are valued once again. It
was such a stark contrast to scenes from earlier, getting dusted by
huge farming equipment that nearly took up the whole road, or to later
in the evening, as the sun set and the giant tractors with bright
headlights were still out in the fields, roaring away. As we passed
through a small Amish settlement that was home to what appeared to be an
Adirondack chair factory, a family out for a walk asked where we were
from. "Nebraska!" I said. "Wow, really?!" answered the father, smiling
broadly. It was a beautiful moment.
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| Forestville emotions. |
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| Amish Country |
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