We used to walk, a lot, when we were Amish. Our community didn't allow bicycles or scooters, and simply walking often seemed easier than having to get the horse and buggy ready.
It had to be raining pretty hard before we got a ride to and from school. Otherwise we walked.
Teens often chose to walk miles rather than ride in the family buggy.
Apparently the lives of an ex-Amish family seems interesting to an Amish teenager. We'll be staying a little more alert, to see if his spying is a habit. Since he walks to his hideout there is nothing that alerts us to his presence unless our dog starts pitching a fit again.