I remember coming here when we were liiiiiiiiiittle. My sis and I convinced everyone to let us tromp back into the corn fields for a picnic. “Don’t go too far. You’ll get lost,” they told us. We went too far. We got lost.
My Uncle Rhett and Aunt Janet and their kiddos, Savannah and Cade, were the picture of hospitality hosting five houseguests who arrived a full day early. That would be my parents, my kids, and me.
Eventually we found a tree and climbed it to search for a sign of Uncle Rhett’s house, but all I could see was hills and hills of corn stalks. Hannah started to cry. We changed direction and found some train tracks, which we followed back to his street. Here we found everyone in a panic and on the verge of calling the police. The corn field has long since been paved over for houses, but my mom said every time we passed those train track, she could still remember that panicked feeling.
This visit, we engaged in more relaxing agricultural pursuits: sampling the extremely atmospheric Premiere Maid ice cream and candy shop with thunder rumbling overhead, and Pennsylvania wine tasting, of course. All wines are made with grapes grown on these rolling hills!
Grilling out, coffee all together, seeing the local tourist spots, catching a bird that got caught inside, and scattering toys to all corners of their house—thanks for a fun time!! We love you!