One evening the flies seemed to take over. Hundreds and hundreds of flies were everywhere there was light, including the screen door to the RV
so we went to the local hardware store to see if they had fly traps or/and spray to combat these masses of flies. There we met John and Leslie the proprietors. After a short history of farming and fertilizing John explained that everybody around the area had fertilized their fields the past few days, as the weather forecast called for rain. But since the rain did not happen, the flies are looking for food elsewhere.
Upon further delving into where we were from, John explained how he had spent a lot of time in Germany, first as a military brat and then as an officer with the military. Him and Leslie have been going back once a year until this day. And, to everybody’s surprise, to a small village close to where Kirsten’s parents had lived the last few years.
They came back to Port Hope, as Leslie not only was born here but is a born Stafford. Her ancestors founded the town.
Small world, and not someone we expected to meet in Port Hope, Michigan
And pleasant company on top of that.