On Sunday, we went exploring in the area, which has a Mennonite settlement known as Muddy Pond, and several state and local parks. We first headed out to Muddy Pond, also known as the first GPS fail. We looked up the address for the Muddy Pond General Store on our phones, and put that address into our GPS. The GPS led us to that address, right in the middle of a dense forest. We laughed and drove a little farther, mainly because the narrow, twisty roads did not afford a "youey." When we finally reached a cross road, there was a sign there that said Muddy Pond General Store was three miles farther down the road. We drove at least five miles and stopped at the Muddy Pond Country Store, which was locked up tight. It was only then that we realized that as it was Sunday, these people were probably all at church.
We were a little dissapointed, until we saw the hummingbirds. The Country Store had four or five hummingbird feeders hanging up on their porch, and the hummingbirds came to visit. At one point, there were about ten of them buzzing around, flitting from feeder to feeder, the rhythm of their wings sounding like a hive of bees. So we ended up being grateful that the store was closed, because we doubted that the hummingbirds would be there in such a high number if there were a lot of people around.
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