I’ve always viewed the Amish as an intriguing group of people. Every time I meet them, they are sure not to disappoint. Several years ago, my family was visiting Watkins Glen on the way up to Niagara Falls. Towards the end of the day, my husband received an emergency phone called which had to be dealt with on the spot. We had calculated how much time we would need to get to Niagara Falls in time for minchah but the call threw us off schedule. We weren’t sure we would make it on time. My husband was in aveilus at the time so missing minyan was not an option. Since it was Bein Hazmanim I decided to look around and see if I could spot any people of the fold. Wherever we travel, we always manage to meet some Jews so I thought we had a decent chance of putting together a minyan. At first, I didn’t see anyone who looked Jewish but then I spotted a clan relaxing at a picnic table. The men were wearing black and white, the women were dressed very tzanuah, and I was positive I had struck gold. Problem solved. But as I inched closer, I noticed that the men looked a bit off. Although they were wearing black and white, many were wearing knickers with suspenders, unlike the garb I’m familiar with. Their hair was also quite long, not trim as I would expect right after Tisha B’Av. As I moved even closer, I noticed that although the men had beards, they did not have mustaches. I was barking up the wrong tree. This clan was not a frum family. They were Amish. No point in looking for a minyan there. We quickly left and luckily made it to Buffalo on time for minchah.