I’d heard about this farm and set out in search. It wasn’t long before I was driving country roads and hopelessly lost. I finally found a farmer and his son working outside and stopped to ask if they knew where East Troupsburg was. Of course, they did—it was “right over a couple of hills from us.” Off I went. Not only was the scene everything I expected, but the owner of this gorgeous barn was just as accommodating as the neighbors. Sometimes you find the perfect location for the perfect photo. And sometimes you do even better than that—you make friends along the way.