Yes, indeed, there are scattered enclaves of Amish folk throughout Indiana and our campground used to be an Amish farm. It's landlocked by several other Amish farms and needless to say, it's very peaceful. The only real sounds we hear are the clip-clop of hooves as the horse-drawn buggies pass by our campers and motor homes on Sunday evening when the teen-agers go out driving. Every evening the fishing lake is polka-dotted by tall masculine plants with black stalks, blue leaves and round straw blossoms as the men sit on the bank for a little sunset fishing. The following Monday morning, there is a hanging harvest of blue and black fluttering from clotheslines throughout Amish-Land. These photos were taken during our June trip but we'll post more in a few days, as we're staying there again while I'm doing my Limberlost thing about 3 miles down the road. We try to be respectful of the Amish dislike of photography, so we concentrated on the landscape rather than the people.
Don't worry, the power box on the fence belongs to the campground. This is a campsite that backs up to the farm. About 5 miles down the state route there is another campground (resort) that really rocks with big name country entertainment, gift shops, mini golf, etc. Indiana is full of unlikely combinations. (Think that applies to us, as well!)
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