Our B&B was in a small town called Lock Haven. It was an old farmhouse (on a working farm) that was built in the mid 1800's.
Guns and everything.
No matter where I go, I seem to be haunted by these old dolls. They were all over the house.
Corn across the street, soybeans on either side. We went to a tavern down this road for dinner. I had an Elk burger, which was a bit lean but tasty.
We stayed on the upper floor, we were the only guests.
The owner claimed to be filled to the brim on the weekends, Penn State is only about 30 minutes south.
They even have an old rail carriage in the back yard that has 5 beds on the inside.
The owner makes here own jam using blackberries and raspberries from the yard.
We got a royal breakfast - eggs, sausage, english muffins, juice, coffee and homemade coffee cake.
Betty, the owner, is 88 and was up early making breakfast. Her caretaker is a Pennsylvania Dutch woman from nearby.
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