Bruce, still wobbly, opts to sit this one out. Bruce is sick, shaking in a tent. The on-site nurse points us to the nearest hospital. He decides to try and let it pass, falling asleep as I take Route 202 west. But it's astonishing how quickly it all disappears once we turn off the highway.
Country lanes roll over hills and curve around lush fields.
We top one large ridge, and the Cherry-Crest Farm and maze suddenly lie below. I leave Bruce to nap in the car. The atmosphere at Cherry-Crest is pure county fair. A field of 27,000 flowers planted in a rainbow pattern splashes into the north edge of the maze, while an 1890's steam train bisects the rainbow on its trips to and from the town of Strasburg. A small petting zoo, food stalls, and some rides are set up beside the maze's entrance.