Staycation Idea: Polar Peak at Rosemont’s MB Financial Park

Henna and friends approve!

Henna and friends approve!


Corey wanted nothing to do with this (and had to cover her eyes whenever Henna or one of her friends went down the man-made hill) but Rosemont’s Polar Peak is a pretty good time. At four stories high, it delivers some serious speed to you and your inner tube. You will go airborne. If you are looking for something a little less thrilling, there is also a pint size option at half the height. At $20/hour per person it is not cheap, but I found a Groupon that knocked the price down to $16/hour (and also includes a skate rental for the free outdoor ice skating rink next door). Also making this a bit more affordable is the validated free parking. Besides ice skating, the area offers several restaurants, bars, a comedy club, Muvico, and a bowling alley. Not sure if this beats out Aspen, but for Rosemont it’s pretty cool.
Ice Skating in Rosemont

Ice Skating in Rosemont

Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving eve and the three of us are surfing our devices in between playing Apples to Apples.  Anyways I came across this from one of our blog’s most loyal and coolest fan Christina Tracy. If you do not know her amazing story this is a great way to learn it.

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Wishing everyone an awesome Thanksgiving! Gobble gobble.

Circus World Museum: Baraboo, Wisconsin

Greatest Show on Earth

Greatest Show on Earth


From the late 1880s through the early 20th century, the sleepy town of Baraboo became a whole lot more interesting in the winter. This was when the Ringling brothers took the circus (elephants, side show attractions, and a lot of sequins) back home to rest up for the next season. After the circus combined with Barnum and Bailey they moved out of Wisconsin and left behind a bunch of buildings including those used to house elephants, ponies, and costumes. In 1959, it was opened to the public as a museum and is now a sprawling complex with the pretty Baraboo River bisecting the grounds. In addition to the tasteful displays that document life in the circus, the place also offers a crazy large collection of Circus Wagons which are packed tight in an airplane-like hanger with refreshingly little related information provided. You just squeeze in between the painted wood and gape at the incredibly detailed depictions of the natural and unnatural wonders of the earth. Being fall, we had the place to ourselves and it was not hard at all to imagine excitement these wagon would create when rolling into some sleepy mid-western town.

Most interesting cocktail party ever

Most interesting cocktail party ever

What we did not see where a lot of people at the museum. I guess this is a constant problem with one bored employee stating that the place was always in danger of going broke. Even with the daily magic shows and animal attractions (we missed the former and the later was done for the season), the museum has trouble competing with all the waterparks and wax museums (all much closer to the pricey Dells resorts than Baraboo which is a good thirty minute drive away). But I am not worried for their future at all ’cause there will always be a place for the Greatest Show on Earth.

In training

In training

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A Cool Fall Destination: Hixton/Alma Center KOA, Wisconsin

KOAs are kind of hit and miss with us. The worst are impersonal, crowded, and a few yards from the expressway. They serve a purpose (showers, laundry, and saving money come to mind) but we do not miss them when we leave. There are a couple of special ones, like the one a few miles south of Mendocino, California that do the system proud. Last weekend, in north central Wisconsin, we stumbled upon a new favorite.

Walking around the campground

Walking around the campground

Honestly this is one of our favorite campgrounds (private or public). What made it special were the little things (like the countless decorations put up by the owner’s grand daughter) that went along with the bigger attractions such as the quiet little trails leading to viewpoints of the surrounding valley. There is also a not so clearly marked trail that leads to three distinct rock shelters. A lot of people have camped on this land and the faint petroglyphs hint at a culture 10,000 years past. Many stone tools, arrow heads, and other artifacts have been found in the area and some of them are displayed in the laundry room.

The Dwyer Rockshelter on Silver Mound (located within the campground)

The Dwyer Rockshelter on Silver Mound (located within the campground)

Our cabin was heated (which was a good thing because it was in the 30s the first night we stayed). Some of the cabins (called lodges) have bathrooms but ours did not. The shower/bathroom area, however, was clean and next door. They also had two camper sinks (yeah!) and the tent sites are very large and private. And while bigger attractions like the Sparta-Elroy trail are a good hour away (the price we paid for staying somewhere a few miles away from an expressway) the surrounding area does have it charms. Like a ton of gourds, apples, and pumpkins to share. At one place there was a field, a drop box (a dollar a pumpkin), and a couple of scarecrows watching over the scene. Another farm involved a couple personally welcoming each visitor and offering everyone a spot of coffee or a sucker depending on their age. The inside area proudly displayed a “Kindergarten Hall of Fame” with photo after photo of smiling little faces holding their favorite gourds. Their dog was friendly too and followed us around the place. At the Cain Orchard we, and two other families, were given a tractor pulled tour of the farm. It was all blueberry bushes (a beautiful fall red), golden harvested fields, and brightly turned trees in the distance. The apples were a delicious after thought.

View from cabin

Our cabin

If you want to go this season, you better hurry cause they close down soon. The heated pool probably makes this a good summer place to hang out too. Follow this link link for more information.

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Date Night Pick: Smokefall at the Goodman Theatre

For Hennacornoelidays first ever Date Night Pick things did not go exactly as planned. For starters Corey wasn’t able to go (it’s hard to get a sitter on a Monday night). So I took my dad which was nice. But the traffic was really bad. In fact it was so blizzard-like bad we had to take to the back roads in order to make it downtown in less than an hour. And even then we barely had enough time to shove a fast food meal down our throats before briskly walking down Randolph in search of the theater. It was such a tiring excursion getting there that moments before the show began I was wondering if it was worth all the effort.

Mike Nussbaum in Smokefall (Photo by Liz Lauren)

Mike Nussbaum in Smokefall (Photo by Liz Lauren)


It was. In fact it would have been worth a seven hour mule ride alongside a sewer canal just to see Mike Nussbaum read his lines during recital. The man is pushing ninety-one years old! Or to put it a different way, he is almost the exact same age as the Goodman Theatre. And he is simply amazing to watch at work. Smokefall is pretty amazing too. A quirky look at four generations muddling along, it offers philosophizing fetuses, a teenage girl who thrives on paint, dirt, and other inedible objects, a person who does not age, and a narrator who narrates via footnotes. There are some truly funny moments (especially in the oh-so-self-aware asides) but it is the poignant ones that might make you tear up. In the hard-core theater loving opening night crowd I spied several ladies crying at the ending. And the ending is more hopeful than sad. Smokefall played on the Goodman Theatre’s smaller stage a year ago and set a box office record there. I can see why.

So I highly recommend this for date night. I also recommend this for going with a friend or a family member or both. Just leave plenty of time to get to the theater.

Katherine Keberlein and Catherine Combs in Smokefall (Photo by Liz Lauren)

Katherine Keberlein and Catherine Combs in Smokefall (Photo by Liz Lauren)


Smokefall is playing at the Goodman Theatre (170 North Dearborn Street) through October 26th. A lot of people are going to want to see this play so buy your tickets now. Click here for more information.

3 Hours or Less From Chicago: Mississippi Palisades State Park

Why on a map the Mississippi looks like a never ending S
The Driftless Area in Illinois (a hilly land that glaciers have never known) is confined mostly to Jo Daviess County with charming Galena the definite tourist hub. Away from Galena, the country is decidedly less built up with towns like Savanna (about thirty miles south of Galena and situated near the confluence of the Mississippi and Apple River) neither thriving nor overtly struggling. Immediately north of Savanna is Mississippi Palisades State Park.
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For us, camping is usually more a means to an end instead of a destination. Some of our favorite places to be last summer, such as Twillingate, involved us sleeping in a crowded field (but man the icebergs and whales were something to see). Mississippi Palisades State Park is an inversion of that. Although a beautiful area to explore, the main attraction for us was the tree ringed campground. There also is no light pollution which in August meant scanning the Milky Way streaked skies for shooting stars (which we counted until our sore necks returned us to the fire). And aside from the hooting owls and howling coyotes (whose sudden cries startled us around midnight and then stopped just as suddenly) we had few neighbors. The campground also features many restored prairie areas that were bursting with colorful grasses and flowers. The hummingbirds were many, the bugs were few, and for $10 it was the perfect place to be.
Bittersweet
The state park is divided into two units with the southern one better geared for hiking. We especially enjoyed the loop trail leading to an overlook of Sentinel Rock (a premier Midwest rock climbing destination). Past the overview the trail does involve some bush whacking and if you park at the base of the hill, make sure you follow the sing to the “Main Shelter” in order to return to your car. Other trails from the southern unit are shorter and lead to nice views of the forever windy Mississippi. The campground is in the northern unit and has a series of poorly marked, buggy trails that lead to obscured views of the river. Good times there.
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Driving home on our beloved Route 20 (which will take you west all the way to Newport, Oregon) we stopped at a wonderful farm stand a little east of Freeport. Sitting near a bunch of pens holding sheep and other animals, I met a man watching his two great-grandchildren. He was young for a great-grandfather (maybe early 60s) and looked to be as content as a man could be. The more I talked to him the more I liked him and pretty soon I learned that he and his wife were more than just watching the great-grandchildren (his daughter “has some troubles”). I also learned that he lived in Schaumburg but fell so in love with Jo Daviess County he moved to the country a few years ago. The only thing he misses is the restaurants. Watching Henna contentedly feeding the lucky farm animals I understood his decision. Eventually we had to leave and, with our car filled with sweet corn and other goodies, we made the trek back to Chicago.

Fortress of Louisbourg

We arrived, almost two weeks later, back to the uninspiring town of North Sydney via the overnight car ferry from Argentina (pronounced Are-Hen-Chia). It was about $500 for two adults, a kid, and a car. A very small cabin with a bathroom, two almost touching bunk beds, and a television would have added another $200. We, along with dozens of other people, chose to sleep elsewhere on the ship and found the movie room (which played back to back movies until eleven) a perfect place to lay out our sleeping gear. Besides back to back movies until eleven there was also a lively bar with two talented singer-songwriters doing their thing, a couple of dining options, and a few other cruise ship like amenities. The boat, however, rocked so much that one of the performers went to bed early. Eventually the sea did settle down and all three of us had a relatively good night sleep.

On the shorter ferry that brought us to Newfoundland

On the shorter ferry that brought us to Newfoundland


Leaving the ship, however, we still felt exhausted and a little sea sick. It was worse when we left the car and into the next day we felt the land rocking just a little bit whenever we stood still. Despite this lingering sea sickness we still managed to drag ourselves to the reconstructed Fortress of Louisbourg and were glad we did so.
The fortress
At one time Fortress of Louisbourg was an essential cog in France’s North America Empire. Like Quebec City it was walled and supported thousands of residents. It was built to defend the sea and its’ formidable cannons would have destroyed any hostile ships approaching the narrow harbor. So the British instead lay siege to the town and twice forced their surrender (1745 and 1758). The second time around the British systematically destroyed the fortress. Two centuries later it was restored as a living museum by Canada Parks.
The cannons
In many ways the place reminded us of Colonial Williamsburg. Historical Re-enactors milled all over the place with many of them selling period piece inspired knickknacks. Others tended fires and grumbled loudly about the coming war with the British. Still other Re-enactors paraded in military uniform before shooting off cannons (which killed dozens of unsuspecting tourists- joke). A lot of it was in French which added to the authenticity. There was even a French led church service in the ornate cathedral. All of this drove home the point that North America has always been shaped in part by French influences. One only has to look at Quebec, twice the size of France and Canada’s second most populated province, to get a sense of what those early fur traders, farmers, merchants, soldiers, and fishermen left behind. It is always worth rediscovering.
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Changed for Good

After seven plus weeks, over seven thousand miles driven, forty-one nights camping, and too many ferry rides to mention we are home. From icebergs to fishing villages to tidal pools to puffins and whales and piping plovers to back country cabins, French speaking hamlets, and Viking settlements, it has been one hell of a ride. Although not always easy, it was almost always fun. To paraphrase Glinda and Elphaba, who can say if we have changed for the better, but because we traveled, we have changed for good.
At Acadia NP Lighthouse near Seawall
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AGO in Toronto

On probably our last full day on vacation we visited Toronto. Often compared to Chicago we felt like it was more NYC. Downtown even had a mini Times Square like area that pulsed with giant screens. Most of our trip has been devoid of franchises and traffic and, for that matter, people. So it was a bit of a shock the very slow driving crawl through a seemingly never-ending downtown with its’ relentless pattern of Starbucks, Tim Hortons, Subway, repeat. There are a few older buildings to gawk at (like the former City Hall) but most of the architecture is fresh steel with cranes everywhere building more. Canada’s premier art museum, the AGO, is a must see and is at least the equal of the Art Institute. We especially enjoyed an exhibit that presented art by topic (such as humor or money) instead of by time period. Not surprisingly the AGO has a Canadian focus and for us was a great introduction to the Group of Seven. Then we crawled out of the city and slowed even more on the highway leading to the U.S. We hoped to spend our last night in Michigan but instead camped once more in Canada. And today we drive home.

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