On the road we stopped at Crane's. They have a restaurant, pick your own apples, 20 acre corn maze (maize maze?), and pie stand. As we did the maze, making steady progress toward the end, Ashley decided to make a detour through a row of corn onto another path. As we were walking around, it seemed that we were now in a section that wasn't actually a part of the maze, but a bunch of paths that weren't connected to anything, but were used to make the image from above look better. We cut through another row, and entered maze number two. Luckily, some people were making their way through that maze just in front of us, and we followed them to the exit.
We set up the tent at Holland State Park while it was still light, and decided it would be more fun to hang out at the picnic table than walk around Holland; Its not tulip season after all.
For dinner at the camp site we had Zingerman's farm bread and cheese with apple, the first of our pickles, and some chips and salsa. The cheese was really good, and so was the bread, but the two together didn't add to each other as much as I would have liked. The pickles are incredible. We didn't write down the recipe when we made them, and tried to remember what we was in them, so we could replicate it, as we scarfed them down. This was our first sample of the first batch of salsa. It is definitely more tasty than the second batch, but not as acidic. While eating it, I was worried that it wasn't acidic enough, and got Ashley and I scared of Botulism.
Being alone, even though it was just for 14 hours or so, made us a little nuts. Sometime over breakfast (granola, yogurt, and donuts from Crane's), Ashley mentioned that we were still alive. I confirmed. She asked if Botulism would have killed us by then, I said it would have. She said maybe we didn't actually survive it, but actually moved into an alternate universe while our former universe was going on without us. Since we hadn't spoken to anyone in the outside world, and hadn't actually seen anyone (we heard passing cars), it was hard to figure out if what she said was actually possible. We kept trying to prove it couldn't be happening, but just ended up getting more distraught over the possibility (or at least I did). The saving grace, was that each of us claimed to have thoughts independent of the other, and agreed that that wouldn't be possible if we were progressing in some sort of after life.
While driving to Gary to meet my uncle, we talked a little more about alternate universes. We decided that it is actually possible for us to have entered an alternate universe last night, or rather that we died in an alternate universe, but it really doesn't matter either way.
As we entered Indiana, our 12th state and the trip odometer read something around 2200 miles.
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