We figured we'd follow those guidelines at least for our first stay, and believe me, after the white-knuckle drive to get to our first campsite, we were happy to leave the RV where it was for a day and head off in our toad to do some sightseeing in Lancaster County. 

We were really expecting to enjoy Intercourse, but we were both rather disappointed; it's pretty commercialized and crowded. So we took the obligatory photos then drove the back roads and enjoyed looking at farms and covered bridges.

I was totally charmed by the clotheslines that extend from high pole to the ground with the day's laundry waving in the breeze like somewhat monochromatic pennants. I know it's not good manners to photograph Amish people, but I don't know whether that extends to their property as well, so I decided to err on the side of respect and didn't take any pictures, but I did find this one online (and in the public domain); notice the pulley on the pole.

We completely disregarded "the rule of two" and drove a whole lot more than 200 miles and arrived at Day Three's site a whole lot later than 2 p.m. Steve did all the driving, and he was pretty tired—but on the bright side, we discovered that the kind of horrific driving experience of Day One had more to do with road condition than with what it's like to drive an RV. Although we did have four long, narrow tunnels to drive through. (And when I say "we," I mean Steve.)