My dad and I drove up through Pennsylvania. It took longer than expected because we got lost detouring through Scranton. We'll take a different route next time.We got to the farm just in time to see Andrew milk his four Jersey cows. Then we went to dinner at Paul's house. He owns the cabin I'm staying in. I also met John, who owns one of the local wineries. He had brought along his Gewertztraminer and Pinot Noir. We sampled these wines with a chunk of Andrew's Caerphilly sitting on Paul's deck overlooking Lake Seneca, followed by some yummy lasagne. I think I'm gonna like it here.
