Holy Toledo!

I'm pretty sure when Horace Greeley told the young man to "Head West" he wasn't thinking about Toledo, Ohio or any of the name towns we sailed by on the way here. Never-the-less, westward is the direction so I'll be borrowing the concept for this part of the trip.
The western run through Pennsylvania was grueling. High winds made the jaunt over the mountains treacherous- and my hands were aching from hanging onto the blessed steering wheel for 5 hours or so. The campground just north of Pittsburgh was open, I suppose, but only for us apparently as there wasn't anyone else there at all except the lady in the office. Their brochure had said they were big rig friendly. Well, the friendly part was true. The big rig? NOT. But it sure was nice and quiet and we got some much needed rest. The Ohio run was much nicer. Sunny. Clear. Decent roads. No hills of any consequence. With luck, tomorrow we will arrive in Indiana for our service work-scheduled to be about three days work. Then onward, westward.
It's a short stay in Ohio. Wish I had a bit more time and my friend Captain Larry to do some perch and walleye fishing with on Lake Erie. Hopefully another time.