A small trip

I went on a small trip recently to Indiana. For those who are not familiar with the state the best way to describe it is flat with lots of cornfields (in fairness to the state this describes the parts I have visited). There are charming old farm houses, modern malls, and big cities,  it is just that the vast majority of the land seems to be used for farming.

This was not a new trip for me. It has become a yearly tradition since I was in middle school or before (the exact year escapes me). We make the 5 to 6 hour car drive up to Indiana every year in the Fall. It provides my family the chance to visit my Aunt and Uncle and assorted cousins and their children but additionally we go to the Covered Bridge Festivals which are held at the same time.

Over the years I have collected assorted treasures at these festivals. From antique hats and compacts, to tie dye shirts, bamboo plants, and the kettle corn made and sold by the Amish (the best kettle corn I have ever had!) The festivals are an interesting mix of old and modern. The Mansfield Covered Bridge festival is the one I have attended the most over the years. It is spread out over several acres on either side of the covered bridge, and I find it much easier to navigate than some of the other festivals. In the last few years I have not even bothered to cross the bridge. Perhaps that is poor of me considering how rare a covered bridge is these days ,but with every passing year I find less charm in the cheap modern goods filling the stalls on the other side of the bridge. Most of these goods I could easily purchase elsewhere so I don't bother to waste my time crossing the river to see them. Still I thought I would share a picture of the bridge. I wish the leaves had turned more but it seems fall is slow in coming to Indiana.

I had a lot of fun seeing my family in Indiana but one of the bigger highlights was meeting a Denmark native at the antique store. He was quite charming and cute but it was just a passing meeting. Plus as my mother made clear he was to old for me. I think his looks and good humor made up for it but that is neither here nor there.  The moral I guess is ,that as wonderful as it is to travel, there is no replacing ones own home and things. I was glad to be home in my bed and with my animals.

                                                        (My last pictures of Indiana as I was heading home.)

                                                                             (Just some fun random shots.)

Also I wanted to say thank you to Aura-Illumina for pointing me towards this awesome Polaroid making application. I love it soooo much!