(Continued from Part 2)
After a quick breakfast of coffee and cereal, we packed everything up, put up the awning and headed off to Fallingwater. While it was only about 2 miles away in a straight line, the campground was up atop a high ridge that we had to backtrack along to get down, and it ended up being an eight mile drive.
We also had to travel down PA 2010 (which was just one last long uphill drive as we were getting in so late on Friday night), which has a pretty steep grade for almost a mile of the mile and a half we were on it. There was an option of going another route, but that would have replaced the 2010 route with a sixteen and a half mile detour. I decided to just plan on stab braking my way down, and it all went fine.
We drove back through the town of Ohiopyle and along 381 North back up to Fallingwater. The ‘campus’ has a couple of nice parking lots, one of which is set up for about eight RVs or buses, so parking was easy. It was a chilly day, and the area the education people had for display space for the architectural models was in an outdoor area with a roof but no walls shielded from the parking area by some lovely evergreen trees. That meant that while it was really comfortable out in the sun, sitting in the pavilion was kind of chilly.
Luckily, we had the bus right there and I was able to run back and get a sweatshirt for the boy, and then some coffee, and then a jacket. The kids showed their models, and our son worked with staff to get their laptop to run Minecraft and load his world in, so he could show his. We then got to tour the Fallingwater house.
We couldn’t take an pictures inside the house during the tour, but let it be said that it certainly is a Frank Lloyd Wright house. Low ceilings and corridors make you feel squeezed, and subconsciously make you move to more comfortable places in rooms.
After our tour, our son was able to give a tour of his house on the projector screen, but a couple other kids couldn’t get their digital data off their iphones, which was a bit disappointing. But when it was all done, the kids were happy, the folks at Fallingwaters were impressed with what our homeschool group had done, and we went back to the campground.
Again, we took the steep shortcut and just rode it slowly. All was fine.
Back in the campground, I turned the bus around at the intersection made by a utility (water & power) access road instead of trying the way-too-tight loop, and we slid right back into our spot. More Boss Monster ensued, and we had another chilly night.
The next morning we repeated the process of getting back to Fallingwater, but were delayed getting out of the town of Ohiopyle by a train. While tempted to blow the train horn at them to get back at them doing so in the middle of the night near our camp, there were too many people around outside.
We arrived again at Fallingwater and over the day, the kids had some classes on architectural drawing & scaling, building paper cantilevers, and perspective drawing, My wife found that the information area had these small little pieces of colored paper, each with directions on how to get where you were going from Fallingwater, so we grabbed one that confirmed how we would get to I-76. Afterward, we said our goodbyes to the folks staying another night, made a quick dinner in the bus before leaving, ate, and headed back to Buffalo.
We had already decided that we would take the longer (but faster) route home, going back up 381 to 711 (and avoiding the shortcut that got us lost) to 31 and then onto The Pennsylvania Turnpike (I-76) West. It was nice to see all the places we’d missed in the dark, and I had noticed when we’d passed over the Turnpike on our way down, so I had an idea of where we were going.
The Turnpike was it’s own adventure. I’d never taken the bus on a toll road, and rather than having a manned toll booth, there was just a machine that spat out tickets. As I was looking for a way to figure out what class we were, a ticket came out and, well, we were a class 3. I guess there was a person watching somewhere. So, onto the westbound ramp we went, and I worked at getting up to traffic speed.
The speed limit was a zippy 70.
I can push the bus all the way up to 65, but that’s all the way up at 2600 RPMs, so I feel tenuous about holding it there. So I rode us along between 63-65 while the trucks zoomed around us. Some $17 later we got off the paid section of the Turnpike we had been on, and our exit onto I-79 North which would take us from Pittsburgh to Erie.
And again the speed limit was 70.
But we made it to near Erie and got on I-90 East, and I promptly got us off to get some fuel – just 10 gallons, as we were close enough to to the Seneca Reservation near Irving that I could fill up fully there, which we did.