As promised, here is the first set of photos from our recent Lincoln Highway adventure/baseball pilgrimage. We started our journey when I picked Ron up from work on Friday, June 17, and headed for Kansas City, where we feasted on burnt-end sandwiches from Gates Bar-B-Q, before ending our evening at the Evergreen Inn in Osceola, Iowa.
This elaborately painted Victorian house was across the street from the motel:
Also in Osceola, we found a church with a neon cross on top:
From Osceola, we headed north on Saturday, visiting some of Madison County’s famous covered bridges:
We had breakfast at a great little cafe on the square in Winterset:
I really liked the hanging baskets of Million Bells flowers all around the square. I saw a lot of hanging baskets and windowboxes filled with colorful, low-maintenance flowers on this trip. I’ve now added “build windowboxes” and “plant something in baskets” to my ever-expanding to-do list. While we were in Winterset, we stopped to visit with a fellow beek at a little farmers’ market on the square and bought some incredibly sweet strawberries, which we munched on while we drove.
We took the Lincoln Highway east to Tama to see a particularly noteworthy attraction:
This unusual bridge was built in 1915. It was one of the Lincoln Highway attractions I really wanted to see.
We left the Lincoln Highway and headed north to U.S. 20 in the eastern part of the state to visit our first baseball-related attraction: The Field of Dreams movie site. Some guys were out there with a bunch of kids, playing a very informal hybrid of baseball and Calvinball in which everybody got a turn, nobody was out, and everybody got to hit the ball and run the bases, no matter how many pitches it took. It was great:
I was a little disappointed that the corn was too short for the obligatory disappearing-into-the-field photo op. I did, however, have Ron take a picture of me with the young plants:
While I was there, I bought a few souvenirs to use next time I show the film in class.
We headed east into Illinois, visited Galena — which reminded me of Sausalito, Calif., with its steep hills, precarious layout, and plethora of historic buildings filled with shops catering to tourists — and then picked up the Lincoln Highway again at Fulton, Ill., which celebrates its Dutch heritage with a big, working windmill …
… and a giant Dutchman with a fishing pole:
We took the Lincoln Highway on into Dixon, Ill., where we encountered a replica of the Berlin Wall and a vaguely obscene-looking statue:
There weren’t any interesting mom-and-pop lodging options in town, so we just checked into a Super 8, where we found a caution sticker that struck me as funny:
I think it means “slippery when wet,” but I kept referring to it as the “beware of marauding Rockettes” sign.
We’ll continue the adventures tomorrow as we cross Illinois and Indiana on our way to Ohio.