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9.29.2010

A Wisconsin Circumnavigation

One time my dad came to visit for a week. We started off by riding Hank & The General around Lake Monona, then we continued by driving 1,100 miles around Wisconsin. This is our story—and this is our route:

First up, the Driftless Region. Wyalusing State Park at the confluence of the wide, brown Mississippi River with the wide, brown Wisconsin River, is described alternately as Wisconsin's most scenic, most historic, or most varied state park. I choose least surprising. Here's the view from atop the bluff, but don't bother looking if you've ever seen the Upper Mississippi before.

On the upside, there was that monument to Wisconsin's last Passenger Pigeon. And the 1st in my series: Whitney Jumping Off Things in Wisconsin While His Dad Takes His Picture. And this great field of goldenrods. You can't argue with that.


Next up, La Crosse! Home to Wisconsin's best drinking water, and generally recognized as Wisconsin's prettiest city. At which point I told the guidebook, "Fool me once shame on me, fool me... you can't fool me again." It would continue to vastly over-sell its sights during the remainder of the trip, but I had its number now. Go ahead, call Granddad's Bluff "550 feet above the back haunches of La Crosse", without question the #1 scenic spot in western Wisconsin. I'll draw my own conclusions. Like how awesome that neon light eagle head up there is. Why aren't you talking about that guidebook? 
From there it was north along the river. Surprisingly, we'd passed up the chance to walk "the longest main street in any town or village with only one street" back in Ferryville the day before. Even more surprisingly, Ferryville has more than 1 street. 

We didn't want to give up the dream of the quaint riverboat town though, so we made sure to take in the sights of Trempealeau and the Great River Road State Trail via bicycles. It's been years since I've shifted gears, you know what they say about a derailleur, but I am a sucker for wooden bridges.

Actually I'm a sucker for almost all varieties of bridges. Perfect for jumping off.
Last up on the Mississippi leg—Pepin, WI, childhood home to Laura Ingalls Wilder and pre-blind sister Mary. Otherwise known as The Little House in The Big Woods. Most noticeably missing of course are the big woods. Which just makes me wonder, how long was that winter really, Laura‽
Inland, to Menomonie and beyond! Chequamegon National Forest holds innumerable inscrutable forest roads, one of which eventually leads to the trail to Morgan Falls ("the prettiest waterfall in the state") and St. Peter's Dome (i.e. Old Baldy). Waterfalls are only good for 2 things—jumping into and jumping on top of, and this one was only good for one of those


Domes on the other hand are good for sitting on, looking from, and towering over. ✓, ✓, & ✓. I can see Superior from here! Joanna claims it's only her 2nd favorite Great Lake, but that presupposes that Lake Ontario actually is a lake.

Just look at these lake-cliffs. Sandusky's not going to give you any of that. 

Don't think it's over yet though, 'cause it had just Michigan! [say it. out loud.] That's right, we went to Michigan. We didn't plan to. And it wasn't even the real Michigan, just its upper mitt. They lured us in with promises of virgin forests and words like Sylvania Wilderness, practically irresistible when from clearcut PA. It turns out my timing is lost in Michigan. Or in virgin forests. Or maybe on Fridays. I don't know what, but this is the closest I could get to a jumpshot up there.

Being Friday we needed to get back to Wiscosin though. The fish and the frying were waiting for us, or at least we thought they were. Green Bay had pulled out an unforeseen haute supper for us, foams and gelées included, but no fries. They obviously knew I was coming:



North central eastern Wisconsin proved to be a full load of jumping for the series though. Lambeau, De Pere, Winnebago... they all had one in 'em.


There was only one thing left to do; Milwaukee here we come. Challenges of all sorts ensued. A tomato challenge, a trivia challenge, a hammering challenge, and of course a typing challenge.


I won. Except for the tomato challenge, no one really won that. We all equally avoided rogue tomato shrapnel.

4.16.2010

From Lincoln to Washington: An American Journey

Washington was having a bit of a tourist problem while we were there last week; its outbreak of cherry blossoms wasn't helping anything either. Life may be full of hassles, but I really don't want those things to become one of mine. Luckily we had always planned to do our best to not see anything anyway.  Abstinence never actually works out though.

The Lincoln Memorial is a nice enough building, but really, what're you actually going to do there? Count the columns again? No, you're gonna want to get right in there and sit on its face for a picture. Maybe even do some typing, if you happen to be carrying your portable typewriter. Plus, that'll form a protective buffer between you and them in no time at all.
L E G I S  ⬆  L A T I V E

Next up: W's Obelisk on the Axis. I dare you not to look at it.


Mall Walking, ever heard of it? It's a legitimate form of exercise in America. Get with the program.







BELIEVE IN YOUR DREAMS.

4.13.2010

Resurrection Geography

Did you know that D.C. used to be a perfect 10 miles²? It's not anymore, Virginia officially accepted their side of the Potomac back into the Commonwealth on March 13th, 1847. Back in 1790 though G.W. drew four nice straight lines on a map and then sent out a crack team of surveyors to put a rock every mile, separating out his new Jurisdiction of The United States from Maryland & Virginia. 

Our plan for Easter Sunday—an olde fashioned hunt for the 4 corner stones of Old DC. Which, after a brief period of reflection, was whittled down to—find the northern corner stone of Old DC. So Jeremy got out his maps, put on his headlamp, and we set off on the Metro.

After a series of mishaps in the tunnels below our capital we had successfully run down an up escalator, lost Jeremy 1 or more times, witnessed the near-smashing of a baby in a stroller, found Jeremy, and were on our way to Silver Spring, MD. Our quarry would be just a short ½ mile walk, but first Jeremy & Katie had to be convinced to walk the right direction. It took a guaranteed payment of $20/person if I led them astray to convince them to follow me instead. It's rarely a good idea to bet against my parallel parking or my sense of direction inside of a city.









And then we found it. Inside a little wrought iron fence by the side of a road. Off the beaten path, as well as any other kind of path, and half-buried in accumulated sediment.


The Daughters of the American Revolution could stand to devote a little more time to excavation.
Juris | Mar

We left an egg with a short typewritten note, Jeremy's email address, and a piece of candy inside for the next person who visits. It may or may not be during our lifetimes. 


What kind of stones did you find this Ēastre?



Also, remember this from a couple of months ago? Look at that 170 year old ghost of DC's square still showing up in 2009 DVD rental rates!