Frank's House

It’s rare to wake up in the morning and not know that later in the day you’ll cross an item off your bucket list not because you’ve decided it’s unrealistic or unattainable or foolish, but because the item was experienced and it was superlative enough to count for the long term. We must state the obvious: there’s a ton to see in this world so there are wide variances in bucket lists. There are big generic bucket lists, lemming lists, quiet, personal lists and all other sorts to fill a lifetime of wanderlust, genuine curiosity or keeping up with the Joneses. All these lists are fed by tantalizing tales of adventure read in guide books, magazines, literature and travel writing and money-shot cinescopic images seen in movies and soft core television shows following beautiful and fearless people around the globe. As the years pass the few things that kept you awake during history and art classes resonate with you and make it to the list. We know enough to recognize what we’ve studied when we read a travel expose in the New York Times or watch a movie which takes liberty with its set masking one location in the guise of another. Be assured that the treasury at Petra used in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is more magnificent to see after emerging from the mile long Siq than anything captured on film. Most times we plan the pilgrimage to these known and heard-of places. Other times we’ve the good fortune to stumble upon them finding ourselves closer than we had thought.

Being in West Virginia we forget what’s connecting us to the rest of the world. That while we are in WV we think little of the states that border us is indicative of the reality that we think little of WV when we are in Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Kentucky and Ohio. West Virginia is wild, wonderful and ignored. We didn’t realize our campsite at Chestnut Ridge was only 15 miles south of the Mason-Dixon Line. (A line Morgantina knows is right where it should be but always imagines much farther south. Additionally, being north of the Mason-Dixon Line gives Morgantina a slight, unarticulated comfort). Initially there were three reasons to head north of the Line: new shower flip flops, a visit to Panera and an interrupted tour of Uniontown, PA, the home of George C. Marshall, the man with the plan. Thanks to the AAA guide book we found ourselves mostly unprepared and ignorant of southwestern PA’s Laurel Highlands and its diverse attractions which include: biking, summer stock, French and Indian War sites, the Big Mac Museum Restaurant, white water rafting for the experienced and for us, the clueless, the Great Alleghany Passage, beloved rails to trails, and Fort Necessity. All of which will be wonderful to experience some future May or September. The idea of PA is growing on us even though we’re still not considering living there.

So it isn’t the kayaking or tubing that takes the breath away. It is the shock of discovering we were near Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater on PA Route 381, for us, the treasure of the Laurel Highlands. The multistoried stone and concrete cantilevered house was designed in 1935 for the Kaufmann family. Fallingwater is Pellew’s favorite American house and has had a place on the architecture bucket list for two decades. Pellew is amazed at how the house's interior and exterior and the surrounding nature are joined; the house is integrated into the natural landscape and that integration feels seamless whether standing creekside or on one of the cantilevers. The sound of Bear Run’s waterfall can be heard and felt throughout the house. Its effect: tranquility. However, as the tranquility permeates, Pellew’s annoyance that he couldn’t experience Fallingwater without the crowd intensifies. Morgantina is enamored with the design and its execution. She’s inspired and encouraged by Wright. The design of Fallingwater proved to be a personal renaissance for Wright who turned 68 in 1935. He continued to design homes and public buildings including the Guggenheim in NYC until just before his death in 1959. It’s a shake-your-head, mouth wide open, stars in the eyes kind of day. It’s hard to say goodbye.

P.S.
Our description is abbreviated and insufficient and any attempt to further editorialize about Wright and the design of Fallingwater is ridiculous. Fallingwater must be experienced.

Bird Embrace?

Certainly Morgantina's brother has never heard her utter a kind word about a bird unless it's her favorite flightless puffin Opus. These cranes which keep visiting our end of Pinchot Lake have to be good luck bearers. If they're not, then surely the butterflies and this intrepid hummingbird must be auspicious. Pellew is the bird whisperer.

Gettysburg

We don't know much about the Civil War. But we love Gettysburg and we love Lincoln. Gettysburg is a charming town. If we were both two decades younger, Gettysburg College (est. 1832) could be a fine small college to attend. If we didn't have to worry about school or work, we'd consider living in the area. The surrounding battlefields are filled with monuments, signposts, and reverent tourists drawn to understand the war's bloodiest battle during three days in early July 1863.

Given our lack of knowledge about Gettysburg we can only comment on what most resonated with us on this day.

Eternal Light Peace Memorial on Oak Hill: Confederate and Union soldiers came together in 1913 wanting to erect a monument to 50 years of peace. With the ensuing Depression and scarcity of funds, the memorial wasn't dedicated until 1938. Sadly, 75 years after the battle, many of the veterans who had envisioned the peace monument had passed on.

David Wills House: In short, Wills invited Lincoln to "make a few appropriate remarks" at the dedication of the battlefield on 19 November 1863. Lincoln stayed the night of 18 November at Wills's home where he revised the Gettysburg Address. Pellew and I read several times the 273 word address with a new found regard for Lincoln and new interest in the politics of the war. Pellew particularly appreciated that Edward Everett, the day's keynote speaker, commented that Lincoln said more in two minutes than he, Everett, had said in two hours. Smart.

Soldiers National Cemetery: We took a guided tour through the cemetery with a national park guide. The cemetery's focal monument is topped with the Greek muse of history, Clio, Ceres the goddess of grain, is the muse of history, and two male statues depicting both war and peace, which is unusual. It's not possible to stand at the exact point where Lincoln gave the address since it's most certainly located beyond the fence line in the adjacent Evergreen Cemetery. Also, Richard Nixon's great-grandfather is interred here.

To spend one day in Gettysburg is an absurdity. We're looking forward to visiting and seeing Elvis again.

Camping and the Civil War

Words of wisdom from an apathetic wine salesman: "Two things happen when you go camping: it gets hotter or it rains." He was right. On the subject of camping, I, Morgantina, know little: My memories of camping are peppered with drudgery: packing up kitchen items to take to a camp site to be washed in cold water only to be unceremoniously returned back to the home kitchen 48 hours later; frustration: odoriferous out-houses and the nearly-there, almost nearby running water; toil: tent - enough said. However, two days into the trip there are three certainties: we love the Scion, the hibachi, and the tent. Camping is most fun with the right tools. Walking around the camp, I gawk and question the other campers' sites. Pellew will explain repeatedly the different types of camping styles:

Bivouac
Tent cot
Tent for 2 or more people
Tent in a truck bed
Tent for SUV
Pop-up camper
Camper-Trailer or 5th Wheel
RV (sized as small as a minivan or as big as a Grey Hound Bus)

I understand everything but the last two. How is it considered camping if one has AC, satellite, etc in a camper-trailer or an RV? After seeing multiple trailer/RV sites adorned with flags of all sizes and all promotions, country kitsch decor and signs reading: "home is where we're parked," "stop in and say howdy," and "on the road with the Schillers," I don't get it and don't want to. Pellew is much more accepting if not a bit disappointed about the number of military guys he's noticed and has a suspicion that although he's on a trip to get away from them, they're everywhere. However, both Pellew and I have soft spots for the those campers flying the POW-MIA and Vet flags and assumes those campers must wave them at their homes too. We think that's alright.

Today's Lessons Learned:

Pellew must eat at regular intervals. When Morgantina says she's tired, she means it and she's done. We're not moving to Harrisburg, PA. Although it'd be great to have a neighborhood barber shop like Just Kut'n It Up.


The National Civil War Museum in Harrisburg is promoted as the only museum in America that portrays the war without bias and we thought that description to be fair. Highlights: uniforms (particularly those of the Zouaves), weaponry, slavery articles, and the Lincoln exhibit.

Pennsylvania Impressions

Gifford Pinchot State Park in southern PA seems an unlikely place for us to begin the first leg of our American tour. If it weren't for a new interest in the Civil War, we'd have bypassed PA altogether. GPSP is between Harrisburg and Gettysburg, two places we'd never contemplated until we visited Antietam and Harper's Ferry last April. Our previous knowledge of PA was singular at best: the annual car show in Carlisle, cannoli at Reading Terminal Market, Ben Franklin, the Liberty Bell and the Constitutional Convention, Andrew Carnegie, snow, farms, industry and rust.

Driving up from our super secret cousin's place in Alexandria we happened upon the Dutch Markets at Shrewsbury near York. For us food and food shopping are significant elements of travel. If the food is good (and especially local), troubles are diminished, frustrations are soothed and irritations usually forgotten. We judge a place by its food, wine and beer, restaurants and markets. And, we think it's one of the best deciding factors about whether we'd return to an area for either vacation or an extended stay.

Pellew chatted up David who had a most terrific accent and suggested we try Amish butter cheese. Assuming we weren't from PA, he asked us if we were moving to the area. We told him PA wasn't technically wasn't on our list of states we were considering and it was our first stop, more of an impromptu blind date. We're fairly sure he said one day he'd like to do what we're doing, but we were dually mesmerized by his accent.


Market finds: blueberries, half a cherry pie with a gorgeous lattice crust, bread, PA Dutch version of chocolate whoopie pie, country ham, Amish butter cheese, a variety of pepper and onion, apple, garlic and sage sausages, 2007 Saintsbury Pinot Noir and three other wines now forgotten. (Items in bold are big yums).

A white crane welcomed us into our camp site at the tip of Pinchot Lake. Chris says cranes are good luck. We believe her.