We took a little day trip today to Bear Creek Farms and Berne, Indiana. Bear Creek was sort of like I remembered it ... a bit like a well-painted ghost town. We had lunch there and walked around a bit and played miniature golf. The restroom area smelled like they must have a major septic issue going ... Evan said that perhaps they just hadn't been back there yet to smell the problem. I said "yeah, probably not" as I choked and held my nose, running for the door.

One good point about Bear Creek Farms ... they have a singing cat there named Tom ... that was pretty neat. Ask my girlfriend about it sometime.

Then we drove through the countryside ... seeing some great Amish and Old Order Mennonite Farms as well as many couples and families apparently making their ways home from church in their horse-drawn buggies. I had several friends in college who were from the Berne area so it was a neat first-time trip for me.

The problem was that I had read about this giant clock tower in Berne ... I really wanted a picture of us standing next to it ... but we drove around (and Berne is not exactly a metropolis) and, despite some man yelling and shaking his fist at me for some unknown driving error, I could not find the clock tower. Never did see it. Perhaps next time ... in another 43 years.