Go the Distance

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.


Home for a minute

I have about 135 vacation photos all ‘Shopped and ready to share, but I’m still trying to narrow down my favorites and figure out how to break them up so you don’t drown in them. In the meantime, here are a couple of pieces of eye candy to tide you over until dinner:

You have no idea how much I’d like to have about 15 minutes with this man and a Hasselblad.