You Got a Friend

I was coming down a road in Smicksburg, PA and came upon these intimidating, steel eyed cows wading in a small pond on a ninety degree day. I stopped for a roadside picture and got more than just wading! A Cowbird came along and began eating and knocking off the flies on the cow's nose. This was a first for me!

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Lancaster, PA I Love Cows!

If you don't get out on back country roads then you are missing out on Lancaster CountyHello from Ronks, PA!

Steer just hanging out.

I hope you enjoyed some country time with me!

Solitude in the Country

Driving out of the bright lights, noise, never ending pavement and strip malls and into the country always starts out with a sigh of relief. Once I hit the mountainous terrain I start to smile. My body's senses immediately open up in a wash of freedom.

The tall trees lining the bendy road with their explosive shades of green this time of year makes me smile. My eyes dart to open expansive corn fields rigidly rowed against golden baled fields. The contrast is striking and makes my mind wander off into a Van Gogh painting. In the background my thoughts are lulled into relaxation with the sounds of classical and the occasional soft voice of the announcer explaining a movement or composer. I slow when passing lazy cows flicking their tails by a split rail fence. I am like a wide eyed tourist absorbing their life in the country. I hold a smile as I pass and around the bend is the familiar lake glittering from the cloudless, sunny sky. I look for boats and the water level and continue on. As I get closer to camp an Amish buggy is being pulled by a horse making a steady, slow trot in the heat. The man tips his hat and I wave. Oh, do I love the simple pleasures of the country!
I pull into the dusty, clay road off the paved mountain road and head up the hill to my camping spot. My travel trailer sits amongst trees waiting for me to extend the awning and open the windows. The fire pit is ready with wood. I can't wait to light it and set the grate with tin foil on it. The smoky wood makes the best hamburgers, steaks and hot dogs.
When I finally take a seat on my lounge chair I kick up my legs with a book in hand, a drink in the cup holder and lay back and close my eyes. I listen to the birds chirping, the squirrels zipping by and the chippies rustling the leaves in front of me. The cool air under the canopy of trees feels fresh and I am so glad to be turning the world off in the country.