No, Ohiopyle is in Pennsylvania

“Ohiopyle is like our second home,” she said. This weekend I flew home to join my mom and her husband for a whitewater adventure in Ohiopyle State Park, an hour and a half south of Pittsburgh. I was surprised by how familiar she and her husband Ross are with everyone here. They know everyone from the owner of the campground to the waitstaff at Falls Market. My mom can identify boaters from the shore just from the sight of their gear. There’s a lot to do in this beautiful little corner of the country: kayaking, canoeing, fishing, hiking, biking, camping and the natural water slides. They come here often, but this time they’re here for one reason only: to run the falls on the Youghiogheny River.
Boof – The sound a kayak or canoe makes when landing from a large drop from a rock.
Karma Shuttle – When a group of kayakers has only one car to shuttle them back to the put-in and one of the group (usually the cuter of the two and female) goes to the take out and attempts to hitch a ride back to the put-in.
Line - The route taken by a boater through a rapid. “Follow my line.”
Put-in – The place where boaters enter the river.
Roll - an emergency maneuver executed by skilled kayakers to return to an upright position after being flipped over.
Undercut - Invisible to all but the seasoned boater, a rock with a hollow under it through which water flows and under which a boater can become trapped if he is swimming.
Rapids and natural features also have clever and sometimes silly names. Here are a few of them:
Cucumber
Double Hydraulic
After the boater’s in my mom’s company had successfully (or not so successfully) run the falls we put on the river for our day of boating. I don’t have any photos from the river unfortunately because my camera isn’t waterproof! I survived with only a few bumps and bruises and some sore arms and shoulders. My mom the pro said I did much better this year, only toppling out of my boat a couple of times, and always steadying myself and my gear before danger struck. I even surfed a bit at “Swimmer’s”.
At the close of the day we headed back to our campsite for smores, snacks, beer and good company. We stayed up late laughing by the fireside. When we woke up Sunday we decided to take it slow. We took our time getting moving. We packed up our gear and within minutes our campsite looked deserted.
Sunday was chillier and overcast, so we opted out of a second day on the river. Instead, we drove down the road a bit to the site of Frank Lloyd Wright’s masterpiece Fallingwater. At the beginning of the tour, everyone stopped listening to the guide and stared down along the path. A small stray kitten had wandered onto the road and was basking in the sunlight there. We headed inside. My photos are only of the exterior as I was not allowed to take shots inside the house. Take my advice and see this amazing landmark (and abomination of engineering) yourself if you get the chance. Wright’s vision of form over function is all over this place in the uncomfortable furniture and nonfunctional spherical kettle above the hearth. Horizontal lines dominate and give this place a modern look, even for 1934. There ar priceless works of art in the guest bedrooms including Audubon prints and three pieces by Pablo Picasso. There is a guest house above the main house and a swimming pool fed by a natural spring. Amazing!
After the tour we headed home. It was the perfect conclusion to a tiring but enjoyable weekend.
Enjoy my photos in the slide show below.
