I grew up in central Pennsylvania. I know about every back road there is in the area. I love going back. It’s like reliving my childhood. One area I like to drive to is Belleville. It is a rural farming area that is largely Amish. You never know what to expect as the sun comes up. The rolling valley sits between two mountains. As the sun first starts shining in the valley the landscape comes alive. Pockets of fog can form in the low areas and slowly grow to fill parts of the valley. The sounds of horse hooves are heard in the distance as the Amish head out in their buggies. This particular morning the sheep were put in a graveyard to cut the grass. After three days the graveyard was looking trim, no mowers necessary.