Ever wonder what goes on in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania when it’s not Groundhog Day? We learned that it’s pretty much Groundhog Day everyday in what the locals call Punxy. This pretty little town is overrun by groundhogs. Not furry, smelly live ones that might make a good stew, but rather large fiberglass interpretations in all manner of garb dot every street corner in the classic small town.
Every shop window is infested with tourist trappings that feature the little rodent. It permeates the surrounding area as well with the Groundhog Wine Trail, which we followed into Amish Country where we pick up a couple of bottles of local wine, mercifully not fermented from groundhogs. I wonder if the local kids get sick of the intensity of the theme and move away as soon as they can. Many hours later, back on the highway, we do see a groundhog digging by the side of the road. He’s pretty far from Punxy. Maybe he got sick of seeing his likeness like a worn out celebrity. Or maybe he just wanted to keep his shadow to himself.
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