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An unexpected trip to Amish Country.

Usually, when I go to America, I have a fairly good plan of what I want to see and how my route is going to look. Then I usually stick to it to a large degree. I might do some small detours to see some unplanned attractions here and there ( probably learned about once I’m already in the US), but I don’t suddenly change my plans completely.

However, when I was travelling with a good friend of mine, in 2008, I did the thing I don’t normally do. I radically changed my plans.

But let’s start from the beginning. On our way from Florida back to Washington DC we chose the Appalachian mountains as our route. It was a beautiful spring that year and we really enjoyed our journey. The trees were turning an amazingly rich green color and many of them were blossoming as well. Especially in the southern Appalachians and at lower altitude. We decided to make our first major stop in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The park straddles the ridgeline of the Great Smoky Mountains, part of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and it is the most visited park in the United States.

We entered it from the North Carolina side (the park is split between Tennessee and North Carolina), from the town of Cherokee. The higher we drove, the less green the landscape. By the time we got to the top of the Clingmans Dome everything was still bleak and wintry, and it was freezing. It shouldn’t be a surprise as it is the third tallest mountain east of Mississippi, reaching 6,643 feet (over 2000m) above sea level. Conveniently, it is possible to drive almost to the top of the mountain, the parking area is located just 90 meters below the summit and the viewing tower. Sure, the road is ridiculously twisty and narrow, but it only ads a bit more fun to the experience. Views from the tower were simply breathtaking. I don’t know how far we could see, but apparently on a good, clear day visibility reaches up to 100 miles. Unfortunately, it was too cold and windy to enjoy hiking so we went back to the touristy Cherokee for a bit of shopping and some sweet treats in a local coffee joint.

From Cherokee we continued north along one of the best drives in America, the Blue Ridge Parkway. It starts in Cherokee and runs for 469 miles (755km) all the way to Shenandoah National Park in Virginia, not far from Washington DC. Its construction started in 1935 during the Great Depression and didn’t finish until 1987 when the spectacular s-shaped Linn Cove Viaduct was opened. The parkway is maintained by the National Park Service and runs mostly along the Blue Ridge. It doesn’t really connect any settlements as it uses short side roads to connect to other highways and there are no direct interchanges with other highways. It was designed to be a spectacular drive, with numerous viewpoints, often running as close to the ridge as possible. I can confirm that its designers did a very good job. Our initial plan was to slowly follow this beautiful road and then the Skyline Drive in Virginia all the way to the capital region.

However, we were still in North Carolina when, during a short visit to one of the numerous waterfalls along the parkway, we spotted a group of Amish people. My friend was seriously intrigued by these folks dressed in weirdly old-fashioned clothes and started asking me about them. Once I told her a bit more about this interesting culture we made the unexpected decision to abandon the mountains and head straight to the Amish Country in Pennsylvania. Not thinking much about it too, we simply started driving immediately. It was a long drive, well over 500 miles, which we practically did in one long day. In moments like this you can really appreciate the interstate highway system. You might say it is equivalent to the British motorways, just 17 times longer. Some complain that American freeways are soulless and boring, but somehow I like them. Especially during the long drives from A to B, you can enjoy their design, efficiency, and the amazing choice of fast food restaurants along them. I have to say that such long drives are strangely relaxing for me.

Finally we got to Pennsylvania. For our base in the Amish region, we chose the city of Lancaster, where we booked ourselves into one of the countless motels lining the American highways. Then for the following two days we visited small towns and villages inhabited predominantly by the Amish, sometimes also called the Pennsylvania Dutch. Confusingly, the term “Dutch” has nothing to do with the Netherlands or its people, but comes from the word “Deutsch” as they are the descendants of immigrants from Germany.

The Amish form a very interesting religious and cultural group. Sometimes referred to as Amish Mennonites, they are a group of Christian church fellowships that form a subgroup of the Mennonite churches. The Amish are known for simple living, plain dress, and reluctance to adopt many of the conveniences of modern technology.

There are nowadays many splinter groups, each with different rules and attitudes towards the modern world. In Lancaster country, many of them still don’t use electricity or motor vehicles. That’s why you can easily spot them riding their iconic old-fashioned horse buggies on the local roads. They are however excellent farmers, growing organic crops on some of the best soil in the country. They are also known as makers of good wooden furniture and toys.

We started our explorations from the charming village with a bit of a weird name, Bird-in-Hand. Situated along the Pennsylvania Route 340, just a few miles west of Lancaster, the village was established in the 1700s, and at that time served as a rest stop for travellers heading west. It was during this time that Bird-in-Hand earned its unique name. Inns were identified by painted signs because pictures could be understood by all travellers, no matter what their nationality or level of education was. The 18th-century inn sign that inspired this town’s name literally depicted a man with a bird in his hand. We spent quite a lot of time wandering around the village as it offers the flavor of Pennsylvania Dutch culture and history via its restaurants, bakeries, quaint local shops and an old-fashioned farmers’ market packed with fresh foods, handmade crafts and homegrown produce. I would especially recommend trying some locally grown and made food which you can easily buy at the local indoor farmers market. Fresh meats, cheese, fruits and vegetables, baked and canned goods, spices, and candy are all there, but I really enjoyed a truly fantastic burger made of locally raised beef. Simply delicious.

Just a few miles further west lies another charming place, the town of Intercourse. Don’t ask me where its name comes from as even local experts are not sure. What I can say is that it is another great place to embrace Amish culture. Here, like in Bird-in-Hand, you can see the locals in their strangely old-fashioned clothes going about their daily business. Bearded men in wide brimmed straw hats and women in bonnets wearing simple dresses and aprons ride their horse buggies or, what really surprised me, the little foot-powered scooters. It is the sort of place where you can spot horses “parked” outside the bank or even the local gas station. We spent a really lazy afternoon walking around the town, checking the local antique shops and a small petting farm. Apart from Amish culture, you can also admire the nice wooden houses lining the main street. We finally finished our visit to Intercourse with some excellent homemade ice creams and returned to Lancaster.

The following day, we decided to drive some of the local country lanes to see the real Amish farms outside the touristy towns and villages. They are easy to spot since they are the ones without electricity cables running into them. Local roads are very quiet, perfect for a peaceful drive and some photo shoots. However, here I have to point out that it is inappropriate to take pictures of the Amish people as they find it offensive and against their beliefs. Some might allow it, but you have to ask first. Please don’t behave like an idiot, running around with your camera and trying to shoot everything that moves. Outside the tourist-oriented towns like the ones I mentioned above (which, especially on weekends, can be totally overrun by tourists) the whole region has a certain hard-to-explain old-fashioned charm. Driving along, you can often see extended families working on the fields. Local roads are very good quality, but not really well marked, so I would recommend taking a detailed map with you. Satellite navigation is good in directing you to a specific place, but won’t help with the circuitous routes around the countryside. Besides, it is more fun with a paper map. You can stop on the side of the road, have a break, open the map on the car’s hood, debate with your travel mate over it. Isn’t that cool? Or maybe I’m just old-fashioned in that respect.

I really enjoyed my unexpected visit to the Pennsylvania Dutch Country. It might not be the most authentic Amish experience (for that you would have to visit some more remote communities in some of the western states), but it still allows a good glimpse of this fascinating culture. We might disagree about some of their values, but it’s hard to deny that it is an interesting place to visit. Besides, the region offers some excellent natural food and great, unique shopping. So, even if you are not really interested in the Amish, you might still enjoy this corner of Pennsylvania.

American Highways

For me one of the biggest attractions in the US are the roads themselves. I have to admit I love driving so my opinion might be a bit biased, but it’s difficult to deny that highways and car culture in general, are important parts of American culture. Many countries have great roads, be it smooth German autobahns without speed limits or the narrow, twisted mountain roads of Italy, but no other country is as connected to its roads and cars as the USA.

Before my first visit to America I already had an image of its freeways, highways, pickup trucks etc. They are shown in countless movies, TV dramas and even comic books, it is virtually impossible nowadays to grow up in any modern country without being familiar with those aspects of America and its pop-culture. I still remember my first visit to America, when after landing in Miami, we were driven to Orlando (where we were about to start work in Disney World). During one of the short stops at the service station most of the guys from our bus started taking pictures in front of those massive American eighteen wheelers. Such is power of an icon.

During my first road trip in the USA I was only a passenger because I still didn’t have a driving licence. Those were two iconic trips, one from coast to coast, another one along the Pacific coast. Being both a geographer and map enthusiast I was responsible for navigation and a lot of the planning, and I loved every moment of it (even long featureless drives of west Texas). Only long drive across the entire country will help you understand how big it really is. Still, being a navigator is not the same as driving yourself. After coming back from my second trip during which we drove, among others, the famous Pacific Highway, I knew I’d be back in the USA. This time armed with a driving licence. The desire to drive myself was probably important factor why I decided to visit America again.

Since then, during many visits, I have driven thousands of miles along the interstate, state and county highways as well as special scenic byways. And I absolutely love it, every single mile of road. It doesn’t matter if it’s busy 12 lane urban freeway in LA, or empty, straight highway in western Kansas, or a twisted mountain road in Utah. They are all attractive in their own way.

There are some roads especially worth recommending. One of them, the Pacific Hwy, is in my opinion one of the most scenic drives on earth. Most people know about the stretch from San Louis Obispo along the famous Big Sur up to Monterey. It is spectacular California Hwy 1 where every twist and turn opens an amazing vista. If you can choose only one road in America make sure you choose this one. Pacific Highway is much longer however, continuing north of San Francisco through sparsely populated North California and then along the Oregon and Washington State coast. It might be a bit less wild than at Big Sur, but only a bit. On the other hand there are nice charming villages and small towns well worth visiting. Add lighthouses, sand dunes, wild beaches, huge forests and you get the picture. It is one of the roads I could drive over and over, and over again. We shouldn’t also forget about one short, but well known, part of the Pacific Hwy, the Golden Gate Bridge, which is probably one of the most photographed structures on earth. My long lasting irrational obsession with the idea of crossing it was an important factor in planning our coast to coast trip.

Another fantastic coastal road is US Hwy 1 in Florida. Connecting countless tropical islands this road run, mainly on long bridges and causeways over a turquoise tropical sea. Only 120 miles long it takes you from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan Miami to the paradise of Key West. It is a perfect drive for an open top car and offers some of the best sunsets in the world. Sadly, we didn’t drive convertible, just ordinary sedan, but there were three girls and me on-board 😉

On the other side of the eastern US there is in some ways a similar road. It’s US Hwy 2 from Vermont across the Lake Champlain to the New York State. Connecting small communities on the remote islands of North Hero and Grand Isle it has feel of a quiet end of the road as well as the end of the world. Drive it slowly, shop in some locally owned stores, try food in some no nonsense, down to earth, local restaurants and you will understand the appeal of this route.

Away from the sea or lakes there are many interesting desert highways, especially in the south western United States. One of them is Utah Hwy 12 which is almost like driving in a giant open geology schoolbook as this unique road passes through some really spectacular formations. Connecting Bryce Canyon NP with Grant Staircase-Escalante National Monument and Capitol Reef NP, it is every geographers’ and geologists’ dream road, where every turn opens spectacular view of geological wonders. It is also relatively little trafficked especially outside the main summer season. Equally spectacular and much more popular is US Hwy 163 from Mexican Hat in Utah to Kayenta in Arizona. It is famous due to the spectacular vista over the rock formations of Monument Valley known to most of us from the epic western movies. Apart from some bored locals almost every car pulls over and everyone takes pictures. Yet another example of power of an American icon.

Another spectacular desert drive in the SW states include California Hwy 190 across the Death Valley and then US 395 along the eastern foothills of the magnificent Sierra Neveda. It is actually impossible to list all the spectacular desert routes here as most of the highways in Arizona, southern Utah, New Mexico, souther California or Nevada are simply fantastic.

Looking for something more on the mountainous side? One of the best mountain roads I have ever driven was not in Rockies or the Sierra Nevada, not even in the Appalachians, but in South Dakota. Yes, that’s correct. There are mountains in Southa Dakota even if they are called hills.The Black Hills to be precise. The road we are talking about is the Peter Norbeck Scenic Byway. It is loop, over 68 miles long, which follows four different local highways. This road is curvy and narrow, actually very curvy and very narrow. In some places it is just ribbon of tarmac, only wide enough for one car, squeezed between the rock walls and sheer drop on the other side. There are tunnels so narrow you have to honk before entering, so you won’t have a head on collision with some oversized pick-up truck, and pigtail bridges where you make full 360 degrees circles. In general this scenic byway is more like Spanish or Italian mountain roads than an American highway.

Some of the mountain roads were built just for the pleasure of driving. One of them is the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia and North Carolina. Its construction started in 1935 during the great depression and didn’t finish until 1987 when the spectacular s-shaped Linn Cove Viaduct was opened The 469 miles long parkway is maintained by the National Park Service and runs mostly along the Blue Ridge, part of the Appalachian Mountains. The parkway doesn’t connect any settlements, uses short side roads to connect to other highways, and there are no direct interchanges with other highways. It was design to be a spectacular drive, with numerous viewpoints, often running as close to the ridge as possible and I can confirm that its designers did a good job. It is a fantastic piece of highway, well worth getting out of the main roads.

Other spectacular mountain roads include California Hwy 180 leading into the Kings Canyon – Sequoia NP, US Hwy160 from Alamosa to Cortez in Colorado or finally California Hwy 120 and 41 in the amazing Yosemite.

If you don’t really like deserts or mountains there are some other interesting drives. How about the great American rivers? One of the best trips I’ve done was driving through the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon. It is a great drive, especially if you leave the main intestate freeway and choose the old road instead. It’s not always possible but there are few preserved bits which offer spectacular vistas over the great Columbia River and some nice waterfalls as well. You can cover the most interesting part of this river in a day. But if you are looking for a more epic river drive there is no better option than the Great River Road along the mighty Mississippi. It is actually system of the US, state, and even county highways running as close to the river as possible. You can drive practically from the source to the Gulf of Mexico on either side of the river. Of course there are more and less interesting parts. My favourite part stretches from Davenport in Iowa to Minneapolis in Minnesota, especially the Wisconsin Hwy 35 from the Illinois border to the town of Prescott just few miles downriver from Saint Paul. Mississippi in this region flows between high bluffs offering some really great views. Other attractions along this route are tiny towns like De Soto, Genoa, Alma and Nelson or some slightly bigger ones like Winona or Red Wing. Being a road and infrastructure geek I also love all the bridges along the great river, especially the old narrow steel ones. Sometimes I crossed them back and forth just for the thrill of driving across them.

A lesser known river offering great roads along its banks is the St Lawrence River. The most interesting part of it stretches along the Canadian – US border from Cornwall to Kingston, which is called the Thousand Islands for a good reason. From the road you can see countless islands from big to tiny ones. Some of them are big enough for a castle (well, at least a replica of one) some are big enough for a house but on some, it is only possible to fit small hut or a birdhouse. I drove the scenic byway on the Canadian side of river but I’m sure the New York State side is interesting as well.

Many of the roads mentioned above are all relatively well known and you can find them in guidebooks and brochures. But the US is a country full of great driving experiences. I particularly like the empty roads of central United States. The best ones are designated as tourist roads but they still might not be well known outside America, or even inside the county for that matter, which is a pity. Take for example the Sand Hills Scenic Byway in Nebraska or Flint Hills Scenic Byway and Gypsum Hills Scenic Byway in Kansas. These roads gently roll across the empty but strangely interesting and wild landscape of the American prairies. For me the biggest attraction of them is this emptiness which is usually difficult to experience in Western Europe, maybe apart from Scandinavia and parts of Scottish highlands. Other less spectacular and less known scenic highways worth a drive are often designated by some states. Two of them are for example Arkansas Hwy 7 and Arkansas Hwy 21. These twisted and curvy roads run across the heavily forested parts of the Ozark Hills and are often as deserted as some roads in Wyoming. Great place to try your cornering skills 😉

But even if roads are not marked as scenic byways some of them are simple a joy to drive. I love the empty state and US highways cutting across the prairies of Dakotas and Nebraska or the farmlands of Kansas and Oklahoma. They are straight, usually smooth, with views stretching all the way to the distant horizon and the big sky above. And the lack of trees in those regions makes the horizon even further away and the sky even bigger. Great examples of such roads are US Hwy 189 in Wyoming, from Evanston towards the Jackson Hole or US Hwy 85 connecting North and South Dakota. With country music radio station turned on I can drive for hours, or even days, without getting anywhere in particular. I like it so much that probably half of my pictures taken in USA have roads or roads signs on them.

Why roads signs? I guess because they are as iconic as roads and places themselves. Imagine signs standing in the middle of nowhere and showing distances and directions to places like Death Valley, Dodge City or Deadwood. On one hand American highways are simple and logically marked, on the other hand you have to remember that apart from the federal system each state has its own highways with distinctive road numbers and road signs. I love those varied state highways shields. In Utah there is image of beehive, in Washington State, the profile of the head of George Washington, in North Dakota there is head of Native American. And those are only few examples. Compared with that, European road signs are deadly boring and logical.

Of course there is another side of the American road. Its busy urban freeways, those wide rivers of concrete and tarmac with gigantic multilevel junctions. For many it must be an image of hell on earth, like for example the infamous freeways of LA. But for me it has some strange magnetic pull. When I navigate through 12 or 16 lanes of LA or Dallas freeway it gives me some difficult to explain thrill and excitement. It’s completely opposite extreme to the empty roads of, let say, Wyoming. America is land of contrasts. Its emptiest roads are much quieter than anywhere in Europe but its busiest freeways are busier than anywhere else. Driving through some of the junctions is like entering a temple of car culture. One of these places is famous (among the road enthusiast) Texas High Five. It is a five (yes five!) level intersection of the Interstate Hwy 635, US Hwy 75 and some local roads in Dallas. And there are more of similar junctions, especially in Texas and California which are true car heavens.

So, if you really want to experience the real, non touristy, side of America you have to drive its highways, eat at the roadside fast food joints, stop for a break at the truck stops and sleep in the roadside motels. For some it might be unethical and environmentally unfriendly, for others boring and uninspiring. But if, like me, you love the smell of petrol and tarmac you will simply love it.