We left Chagrin and headed southeast into Pennsylvania where we skirted west of Pittsburgh on I-79, the turned east on State Route 21 toward Masontown and Uniontown where Lorri has some dead relatives. We didn't find any of them but we found a nice place to stop, Kentuck Campground in Ohiopyle State Park.

The weather continues fair so we decided to have a campfire and burn the wood that we had been carrying in the rear basket since we left San Diego. Very nice.

Day 16, Tuesday, April 28 (259 miles, 3305 total)

As it turns out, Ohiopyle SP is just around the corner from the Youghiogheny River Gorge, a famous whitewater rafting river. In fact, "Ohiopyle" is derived from a Native American word meaning "White, frothy water."

Some photos of, um, white frothy water!

Some not so frothy water.

Fallingwater, (Images of Fallingwater used with permission of Western Pennsylvania Conservancy) perhaps Frank Lloyd Wright's most famous residential design was just a little farther up the road. There is something funny about the Fallingwater entry sign with the fire hydrant in the foreground.

Being a student of architecture (in a former life) we could not be this close and not go see it.

We didn't spring for the tour of the interior but we toured the grounds and took a few photos.

We were lucky enough to be there on a beautiful spring day. Things were blooming and the trees were just beginning to leaf out.

This is the view that probably everyone who has a pulse has seen at one point or another. Well, not the one with Lorri and me but the other ones.

After Fallingwater we headed back down toward Fort Necessity, the place where a certain one of our Founding Fathers sort of screwed up and had to surrender to some French and Native Americans

This is the re-constructed Fort Necessity and, according to the National Parks Service brochure, it occupies the exact location and is of the exact dimensions as the original fort. The French and Indians must have been laughing in their sleeves.

With Indians as fierce-looking as these two, it's no wonder Colonel Washington threw in the old towel. Fortunately he had some better military luck a few years later.

Leaving Pennsylvania, we whizzed through small parts of West Virginia and Maryland and on into Virginia, home to well over 100 wineries!

We found one called Rappahannock Cellars where we did a tasting and bought a couple of their whites which we thought were pretty good.

We saved the worst for last, spending our final night on the road to Williamsburg at a campground outside Culpepper, VA, called Cedar Mountain Campground. We didn't see any cedars, no mountains and it was a poor excuse for a campground but it was either there or the Wal-Mart parking lot. They made up for filthy bathrooms, decrepit facilities, rowdy good old boys playing pool into the evening, and junk everywhere by charging $27, the most we paid to camp on our trip out.

Day 17, Wednesday, April 29 (145 miles, 3450 total)

We made a cameo appearance at Chancellorsville Battlefield and then did a bee-line to Williamsburg down I-95 and across I-64. It was good to arrive at 'Matoaka" our home away from home in Virginia.