Cornville, IL

Crossing into a new timezone, we stepped back in time to a sleepy farm-town by the name of Hindsboro, Illinois. Home to many of Al's not so distant relatives, we ate coconut cream pie, and looked at a bunch of dead people (don't worry, they were buried). We stayed with Ned and Phillis, who showed us as much kindness as they showed us corn; and there was a LOT of corn around there. We took a Jeep tour through Amish country, and visited some mini-donkeys. I had trouble petting them because I kept thinking that they were far away. I guess my depth perception needs to get better. One mistook Al's Showco shirt for food, so we had to slaughter it. It turns out donkey steak goes well with corn.