We had high hopes for this mini-trip to the supposed "antiques capital" of Pennsylvania. While it is true there were more antiques stores per square inch than we knew what to do with, there were mostly of the my-grandmother's-dusty-tchotchkes-variety and no great steal either. We had hoped to find a charmingly-beat-up (possibly drafting) desk that could accommodate Kate's art, as well as a coffee table or a trunk-cum-coffee-table, but returned, after one night in an odd inn, a terrible breakfast at a diner where under-boiled potatoes and onions constituted "hash browns," six hours roundtrip in the car, and countless tolls, empty-handed. While the town and surrounded area were not especially scenic, seeming like the example of the ruined rural area or depressed exurbia (I had a strong sense of rural Ohio deja vu), we made the best of things by experiencing it together, and going to a Mennonite-run farm and orchard on our way home (www.brecknockorchard.com) and vegetable/apple picking. We also visited a hill-top goat farm and took photos from the car window of some of the prettier things we passed. When we got home, Molly made a delicious ratatouille with all our Lancaster county produce!
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