Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 10, 2025

A Weekend in SW Pennsylvania

When my youngest brother and his wife flew into Pittsburgh for a family vacation at Deep Creek Lake, I created a "tasting" itinerary of the area to whet their appetite for a longer visit:

Saturday:
Personal pick-up at the airport
Dinner on the back patio
A show at the Arcade Comedy Theater

Sunday:
Take the Monongahela Incline up to Mount Washington to enjoy Grandview Avenue
Have brunch at Eggs & Moore, a mom n' pop diner
Drive to Fallingwater for an in-depth tour of the famous house
Arrive at Deep Creek Lake in time for a late dinner

As usual, things didn't go entirely to plan, but they ended up okay in the end. From the airport, we drove over to The Village of Sewickley to pick up an audiobook I had requested from the library and then made a loop to show them the church where Dear Husband plays. Then we drove to Wexford to pick up my old car. Oh yeah, did I mention I bought a new(ish) car?


My Turquoise Torpedo is 20 years old, dented like a tin can, and has no working air conditioning. The new car--I'm taking nominations for a name--is a 2024 Hyundai Elantra Hybrid with a driver's seat that reminds you of a cockpit. Of course we ran into a couple of snafus, namely having to unfreeze my credit to get the bank loan, and then the car salesman completely missing the fact that we had a check-ready loan, leaving us waiting for a completely unnecessary hour while they tried to generate their own loan offer. Thankfully the restaurant where we celebrated our 20th anniversary that night was able to hold our reservation (Monterey Bay Fish Grotto)!


That was Thursday; this was Saturday:



(Playing arcade games before the show!)

Sunday morning we got terribly lost trying to get to the lower station of the Mon Incline, but we made it. Breakfast was delicious. We then got ~8,000 steps and a lot of sun as we ambitiously walked to the Duquesne Incline and back to the upper station--only to discover that due to a power outage, the incline wasn't running. Two Lyfts later (don't ask), we were home, packing our bags and the cars to drive south.



A short ride through very green southwestern Pennsylvania, we reached Fallingwater. Our tour guide told us all about the land that is now Bear Run Preserve, the summer cabins that the Kaufmanns visited before hiring Frank Lloyd Wright in the 1930s, and the house with its famous cantilevered terraces. Wright's design incorporates nature so much that it is currently being waterproofed to ensure that its sandstone doesn't erode from the inside out.




Above: approaching Fallingwater from the near side of Bear Run;
the waterfalls begin to the left, just outside the frame


Main terrace looking toward the bridge


View over the terrace wall down to the wading pool (left) and the flowing stream (right) with the Jacques Lipschitz "Mother and Child" (1941) sculpture 


The hearth was supposed to be the heart of the home. Also: alcohol.



Looking down the steps to the stream


I love this planter in the middle of a stairway, as well as the bookcase on the stairs


Tiffany lamp in the primary bedroom


To the left: geraniums as privacy screen in the primary bathroom; to the right: the only room in the house with window treatments (horizontal blinds) was the guest bathroom


Full bathroom with rainforest shower head and cork instead of tile off Edward Kaufmann, Sr.'s study


Edward Kaufmann, jr.'s bookshelves in his study; I've long wondered about the wisdom of keeping books in a home with Fallingwater's humidity. When it rains, the rock below has a channel to drain the water that seeps through the wall via pipe in the floor to the driveway.


Final stop: guest house and staff quarters (now offices). My pictures aren't very good, but I was left with an impression of color and angles that would be interesting to look at.








Of course we ended our visit with a stop at the lookout that gives the famous view of the house and waterfalls, an aspect that cannot be appreciated when you're actually in it.

Saturday, March 15, 2025

She sells seashells by the seashore ~ Saturday

 

Saturday, March 15, 2025
Drive 1 hour for breakfast at Lighthouse Café à Sanibel Beach or drive up to Captiva Beach (20 min)?
10:30am tour at Sanibel Historical Museum & Village, 10am-4pm, $15
Lunch at Doc Ford’s Rum Bar & Grille
Bailey-Matthews National Shell Museum & Aquarium, 10am-5pm, $12
4-5pm return rental car (45-minute drive)
6pm Flight #4358 departs RSW à arrives 8:25pm Pittsburgh; buy dinner in airport


The most anticipated day of our vacation was Saturday, which I had decided to spend on Sanibel Island, being only 45 minutes from the Ft. Myers Airport. Several months ago, when a friend came to visit while I researching our itinerary, we went to the Arcade Comedy Theater, where my place prompt ("Sanibel Island seashell museum") was chosen. The troupe of talented improv artists performed a hilarious 20-30-minute sketch about a seashell museum as a family business in a rivalry with another museum in the Seychelles, and I won a pair of free tickets to another comedy shop.

Fast forward to today, which began with packing up at the AirBnB. On our way up the coast we passed preparations for a St. Patrick's Day parade. First stop: breakfast at the Lighthouse Cafe. Their "best breakfast in the world" and mimosas have a loyal following, but I wasn't in the mood for alcohol, and we liked the food a lot less than the decor and the owner's bonhomie.


Second stop: the Sanibel Historical Museum & Village, where we were the first visitors for the day. It's a collection of buildings with artifacts about the island that has been variably inhabited. The Calusa Indians who called it home seem to have fled from the Spanish to Cuba by 1736. Fishermen camped there sometimes. One hundred years later, the Americans attempted to sell plots of land and cultivate the island, but the 1875 census reported a population of 0. The lighthouse built in 1884 seems to have anchored a new farming community that thrived until the "Great Miami" hurricane flooded the fields with salt water in 1926. Then they turned to fishing.




The exhibit quality varied, with the older ones quite amateur and in disrepair, while they clearly got some money more recently (pandemic relief dollars?) to make more professional banners hung up in an outdoor pavilion. One building is set aside for Sanibel's Black residents, whose children were bussed to Ft. Myers to attend school for thirty years(!). But sure, "there was racial harmony on the island." 





The most recent hurricane damaged some of the buildings, including the one they usually use as a gift shop. The Bailey's General Store's gas pumps are inoperable but the rocking chairs still very much do work! Of course I was interested in the food and ration coupons. Check out the shell art below.




Third stop: lunch at Doc Ford's Rum Bar and Grille, a local chain that was apparently founded and named by the author of a series of detective novels featuring that character. I had never heard of it, and although there was an extensive cocktail menu, I still wasn't in the mood for alcohol, so we ate our lunch and then continued down the main drag to the piece de resistance.





Fourth stop was the National Shell Museum! And I must insist that you notice that it is the "shell" museum not the "seashell" museum. Because here they want to teach you about all kinds of shelled creatures (such as snails) and marine life. While waiting for the excellent explanatory video to start, we enjoyed an exhibit on the use of shells in fashion, although it looks like some poor intern didn't understand that pixels don't scale up, so some of the professionally produced images were unfortunately not in focus.



Can you find Dory and Nemo?



Seahorses!

The museum has only recently re-opened after the destruction of Hurricane Ian 3 years ago, and its exhibits have not entirely been re-built. But for a small museum, it is mighty, and who doesn't enjoy a wet petting zoo or recreating a silly fish-face photo from their honeymoon (that's me at the jump).




So long, Sanibel Island!