Still didn’t see Joe. OK I am no longer a fan of Penn State, if Joe wouldn’t come see me I am not going to cheer for him anymore. The leaves are still pretty as we head south on more narrow winding roads.
To get to Falling Waters you first have to go to Nowhere, turn left to SomePlace, the right into Whatyoucallit and then after another 50 miles on noname road you finally arrive. Serious it is in the middle of nowhere. It was developed as a retreat from the city and they accomplished that goal.
Falling Waters is the most fantastic houses I have ever seen. It has to be on your bucket list. I have seen the photos, read the article but I had idea how great it was going to be. It may be one of the most perfect houses I have ever seen. Well there was that little thing about not being able to stand up in some of the rooms; apparently, the family who owned it were short people. Overlooking that, the views in and out of the house are amazing. Each bedroom has its own bath and terrace. There are cantilevers everywhere. Balconies, rooms, bookcases, shelves, desk, everything is cantilevered. The setting in the woods is unbelievable. It is perfectly sited in the rock outcropping taking advantage of the stream and views of the valley. Can you tell I really liked it?
Charleston, West Virginia is a nice town with a river running thru the middle of town. We walked a restaurant near by to celebrate Carole’s Birthday.
Today we are on a mission to get home. Nothing but driving. Wonder if Fuzzy Butt our cat will speak to us when we get home.
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