Today we were slow getting off, leaving about 10 for Hershey. When we arrived we took the Chocolate Factory tour, which was a free amusement park-type ride that simulated how they make their chocolate products.

The best part was the first turn where they had fake cow rear ends with the cow's tails swinging in unison. There was something about that that made us all laugh. We found a few chocolate products that we had to have before we left.

Driving through Hershey we kept looking for the Hershey Kiss shaped street lamps.

We passed a church with a cemetery and Pat cried, "Oh that looks like a great cemetery!" You can spot a genealogist by such remarks.

But we finally found the downtown area with the Hershey Kiss street lamps and I shouted,"Check!"

Then we headed by toward the RV going through neat little towns named Bird in Hand, Smoketown, Blue Ball, Paradise and Intercourse, which we were all embarrassed to talk about. In the shops I saw hats that proclaimed "Intercourse,PA between Blue Ball and Paradise." That's a good way to  say it without being embarrassed, but it takes too long. Not everyone is so embarrassed. I saw a sign that said, "I (heart) Intercourse", which was by a sign that said "Faith Family Friends."

We did find some places that were open on Sunday so that we could shop. We found an antique shop with a strange conglomeration of items.

There were only a couple of restaurants open on Sunday so we chose the Smoketown Diner which was run by a couple of local ladies who are not Amish. I suspect the Amish do better. We waited for a long, long time and the waitress finally came back to say they had no sauerkraut, which Carol and Pat had ordered. The food was finally delivered after an unreasonably long wait.

We found a store with some good signs, like these:

"Warning: chocolate can make your clothes shrink"

"Teenagers - Tired of being harassed by your parents? Act now. Move out, get a job, pay your own way while you still know everything."

Darl and I found a tractor dealership next door to an antique store, a fortunate turn of events. We found one with tires as tall as me. The size was 520x85R46. Darl explained what all the numbers meant. The 46 meant it had 46 inch diameter rims.

Then we took a long drive through the country viewing all the Amish farms. These people obviously are not watching football on Sunday afternoon. There hundreds of Amish families out for a Sunday afternoon ride in their buggies. They were as bad as teenagers dragging Main Street. They were everywhere.

And we drove through a covered bridge. Check!

We found another quilt shop for the girls while Darl and I went to Harbor Freight Tools. Ralph begged off and went to get gas in his truck. Darl is very interesting in a tool store. He stops by every item and discusses it merits and his experience with it. I bought an angle protractor which Darl recommended and some heat shrink tubes for electrical wiring.

We had a wonderful meal back at the RV, with the roast from the crock pot, free Amish tomatoes, cantaloupe and corn. Pat even found enough varieties of candy bar to offer me FIVE desserts.

The girls are ending the day with a game of Anagrams, and the men are planning tomorrow's route into New York and watching a DVD of the recent movie Amazing Grace.

So ends day three.