hostel in Quaker country

Again a picture of something you can't see. A red-tail hawk was skimming this field not minding me. When it landed to eat I tried to get closer and saw a skunk about 30 yards ahead of me ambling through the grass.
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My breakfast began with a baked pear in cream and ended with homemade cinnamon apple bread @ the B&B.

As I left Upper Black Eddy a man working on his porch called out, “Are you the girl from Oregon?” His wife was the woman who offered me a ride yesterday.

Are you the girl from Oregon?

An hour later a man pulled over and asked if he had seen me in Clinton. He was curious and impressed and he never offered me a ride.

Here is my beautiful hostel!
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I went quite off track a little later. Not only did the road I aimed for NOT cross the stream, it dead ended at an immense frozen lake.

At nearly 4pm when I reached the road I should have been at 2 hours before, I went into a tiny convenience store and asked to see a phone book. With the help of the 3 lovely ladies who worked there and a few customers, I determined that I had at least 8 miles to my hostel.

I was unsure, not only in my ability to walk another 8 miles, but of the waning light and would I be able to find the hostel. So I accepted a ride from one of the women at the store. She told me about her kids away at college and her own call for a walk-about. She gave me the names of Mennonite relatives in Kansas. Once, after thanking her she said, “Well what else are we for?”