A brief ride on from the "meeting place" and we're in Menonite country; a bizarre land of straight straight roads and dudes in centuries old attire who don't believe in infernal combustion engines and ride their horses e'erywheres. People says "How yous guys doon?" and amidst it all on a pig farm is a man... some might say no mere man... no mere mortal! ... some might not.
He keeps his friends close and his bacon closer still, and we're grateful for his couches, his beer and his greens.
May you never wake up with a wolf sticking out of your face my friend. See you on the other side!
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