“We’re ready. Let’s put in our next campground adventure.” Ron entered the address into GPS, and at 10:39, we pulled out of site T6 at Belden Hill Campground, destination Lancaster, PA.
After working diligently to get the morning fire started, I took the pups for a walk in the adjacent field. Sophia and Rocco loved getting to run free for a moment. I didn’t realize the camp was much larger until I took a picture of the map. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to explore everything, but I was quite content with our stay here.
Ron checking the lug nuts one last time 
Pups getting some exercise 
Breathtaking view
Just after 11:00 a.m., Ron said, “Get your camera ready.” I had enough time to grab my phone and get a picture entering my home state, where my life began.
Highlights of drive from Belden Hill to Old Mill Stream Campground
“Our last camp set up,” Ron said, bounding into the camper, turning on the hot water heater. The look on his face was a mixture of happiness and sadness intertwined. I completely understand how he feels. I’m happy we’re on the tail end of our trip, but part of me wishes we never had to go home.
Pulling into Old Mill Stream Campground was a surprise. Not rural at all; we are camping next to Dutch Wonderland. My heart sank, then we pulled into site 208. Across the stream, framed by the trees, is a picturesque Amish farmhouse. Ron said the sun would rise on that side of the camper; I can’t wait to get up early and watch.
Brasserie Restaurant and Bar was our next stop. We talked about the old churches that we saw, abandoned and in disrepair. Driving past one abandoned church in New York made me want to cry. Tall steeple, classic country church style, empty. The doorway was becoming overrun with weeds, no door on it to keep them out when I think of the bustling activity that used to occur within its walls, to now heartbreaking.
Both of us are road-weary and exhausted. After Brasserie’s, we came back for a quiet night by the fire, watching the Amish farmer work his field. Ron was disappointed; we could hear the sound of an engine coming from behind the horses. Even the Amish have let the world penetrate their lifestyle.