I know that I've been really slacking lately with the blog, I'm still dealing with this pinched nerve that has made my entire arm tingly and my fingers numb. I have such a hard time on the computer, it is uncomfortable and at times painful....blah, blah, blah, I'm just as bored as you are.
Saturday I wanted to get out of the house so bad, I jumped into the car and headed to Metamora, Indiana.
Metamora is Indiana's cherished 1838 canal town. Snuggled in
southeastern Indiana's gorgeous countryside, Metamora is immersed in history
and famous for its preservation of Indiana's oldest and still operating
water-powered grist mill. I'm probably one of the few that doesn't know what a grist mill is so just in case someone else out there doesn't know either a grist mill is a building in which grain is ground into flour. You've just become a little smarter if you didn't know what it was....you're welcome.
Metamora is one of the most charming and fascinating towns
in Indiana! Well known for it's wide
range of delightful shops, restaurants, friendly shopkeepers, events,
festivals, and tasty eats and treats. A
must see town that retains all of its traditional charm and languid atmosphere, unless of course you decided to visit this time of year. When I arrived I found only a few shops open, no restaurants, the worst part....no bathrooms were open. My stay was a short one.
On a scale of 1-5 I rate this adventure a 2. If you were to go at the height of the season this is absolutely an easy 5. If you get a chance bring cash and a credit card, you'll go home with loads of good stuff to buy and eat.
The photos below are only a small, very small sampling of what this little village has to offer.
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