12:26pm. Those are real words spoken by none other than Colin Zannoni. We went to Walmart last night for some last minute travel supplies and we passed a display of miniature cans of oxygen on sale, most of which had been opened and presumably huffed by derelict customers, but we managed to find two with their safety seals still intact and Colin insisted we purchase them "in case we get headaches." I tried one on the way to the register and I'm pretty sure it's a scam and definitely not worth the $4 price tag, but Colin thought they still might be a good thing to have.
We're driving through western Pennsylvania, past farm after farm after farm. Some of these horses and cows come up pretty close to the road. I just saw an old man riding a John Deere tractor. The houses are on expansive properties and lots of them have big porches and small lakes in the backyard (is "ponds" the appropriate term?). All of them have tractors.
We'll be arriving at Fallingwater soon, the big Frank Lloyd Wright house built over a waterfall. It's the first stop we planned to walk around before we get back in the car and head straight to Indianapolis, where we'll be spending the night with colin's cousin Shane.
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