Bowling Green, the fourth day

we went for a drive in the country today, but actually all we really wanted was some Amish Cheese.


earlier in the week, we'd been given a tip by a waiter where we happened to be eating at the time that there was an Amish Market somewhere near the town of Glasgow, which is about a a half hour away if you take the main highway.

somewhere along that main drag, we miss the turn off to go from the main interstate to a smaller rural high way that goes to Glasgow and ended up overshooting it by about 10 miles before we realized what had happened.

so after taking the winding country roads through the hills for no less than 3 hours we finally arrived at Glasgow, only to realized that it was getting dark and we just wanted to head back to the hotel in Bowling Green.

along the way to Glasgow, we came across the village of Smith's Grove, which seems to oddly only have antique shops for businesses and not much else. One of these places carried only Victorian Era pieces and was set into an old bank that folded during the Great Depression. The owner of that particular place made a comment about the town that struck me as particularly interesting,

"This town only has seven-hundred and thirty-four people living in it, but it's on its way out because i don't know where they got that number from, I guess they went to the graveyard and started counting there too."

now, how would you like to be from a town like that?

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photo-wise, the landscapes were taken from the backseat of our SUV, and nothing was edited saturation-wise which means that yes, it really did look like that.