Second day - Pittsburgh to Pottsville, PA to NYC, NY

 
 Scared with the previous night's experience we humbly crawl to the morning traffic in order to get out of the city. We get out of town among the other traffic to US 51 and Unionville, and then ahead to US 40 towards Fallingwater; one of Frank Lloyd Wright's most widely acclaimed works, designed in 1936 for the family of Pittsburgh department store owner Edgar J. Kaufmann.

We spend an hour waiting for and two hours attending a guided tour in Fallingwater (no self-guided tours are allowed). If there were not that many people around, I would have moved in immediately. The location is ideal, architecture perfect to my taste. However, there is some conservation work to be done; what can you expect after all those tourists roaming all around for years!

We take a back road from Fallingwater to Penna Turnpike, which is ugly, costly, long and badly kept highway through Pennsylvania. From Fallingwater to Somerset it is an interesting hilly ride, sometimes following a slow truck that takes its load to a road construction site. Automatic gears don't do much good in this landscape, unless you want to put all your 120lbs on the break pedal. Before entering Penna Turnpike we digest Frank's special five topping pizza in Somerset.

Uniontown, PA Wired In good hands Uniondown
Ugh Hoosier Summer house by Frank Lloyd Wright Architecture 1936
Falling waters and balcony Falling waters and balcony Covered bridge Allegheny mountain tunnel
Appalachian downhill Driving force, death or serious injury Down to the hill Pottsville, PA
Pottsville wired Do not enter Yuengling Brewing Yuengling Brews
By dusk, we reach Pottsville, home of the oldest still operating brewery in this country, Yuengling Brewing. To our disappointment there is no brew pub, but some friendly inmates living next door offer us a bottle of local beer, and an old beer can as souvenir, which (we find out muuuuch later) a hotel maid in NYC disposed as trash.

We even find a very local place to have dinner. It is pitch black when we begin our last stretch towards the city that never sleeps.

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