Conditions: 65 degrees & sunny
Location: Greenwhich
We spent the night at Hancock Harbor and woke up early to meet my dad's high school buddy, Mark, for a lift. Mark gave us the grand tour of Greenwhich. He pointed out historic homes (nearly all of them), the good breakfast spots, dairy farms, and fields. The old Quaker town was a main port for merchants shipping cargo between the Chesapeake and Delaware Bay regions, and also for pirates. The place seemed largely untouched since it's humble beginnings. We even wondered if they had electricity. The only change we noticed was that many of the original produce farms are now used to cultivate ornamental trees. I think we saw every type of farm imaginable. I have always made fun of the country, but here there was something serene about driving through the flat fields and gazing out towards the horizon. The roads were lined with fields so flat you could see their end. I briefly thought that Mark was going to kill us. He drove the car so fast but was going the 50 mph speed limit posted on all the country roads, which belong to towns that conveniently have only one cop. Mark left us with some farm fresh eggs and bacon from Haines, the local butcher. We arrived at the aunts with the biggest breakfast of our trip.
What we ate: eggs, bacon, hash browns
Spotted: Mark's home made hard cider setup
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