We kissed our niece goodbye yesterday morning and head north and west, toward home. Along the way we stopped for a visit with our friends the Engles and to take whirlwind tour of the countryside. As we wound along the country roads, we searched for Amish clotheslines, wildflowers in rocks and a covered bridge. The red covered bridge we found was cute and functional. We watched as an Amish man guided his team of horses, pulling a load of hay, through the bridge.