Cool Stop #3: Ayers Natural Bridge, WY

Ayers Natural Bridge

Ayers Natural Bridge

I know this trip is getting good because the daily distances covered are getting shorter. Today we planned on getting to Grand Teton National Park (the chestiest of all the National Parks) but only made it as far as Dubois. Something about a rodeo tonight and camping alongside the Wind River made going on impossible. Yesterday we hoped to travel from Fort Robinson, NE to Dubois, WY. Again, we didn’t make it. Instead we pulled off the side of the road to check out Ayers Natural Bridge. As followers of this blog might know, we are suckers for natural bridges. Until yesterday my favorite was in Southern Illinois. Now it is down a paved but lonely and often too narrow road that stretches about eight miles off I25 just a tad east of Casper, WY. From what I can gather, the bridge used to be on private property but was donated to the county a while back. There is no entrance fee and no camping fee either. Just lots of swimming and fishing on the stream that runs directly under the bridge. We thought we were going to camp there but as the day wore down we decided we wanted to get a little closer to the Tetons. So instead we camped in what seemed like a parking lot (but with a nice pool and showers and wifi). This KOA has the same and we are feeling a bit spoiled. Noel

The First Hike: Ashfall Fossil Beds

Alright, I know that Noel already posted…but these trips tend to keep moving quickly along, and we must post when we get the chance. I write this from a KOA in Casper Wyoming just off Interstate 25, on a bed of gravel with the stars so close I wanna reach out and grab em. I digress. I wanted to share my first hike of the trip, my #1 of 40. So here it goes.

We were visiting the amazing Ashfall fossil site, and Noel had heard about this great hike that one of the rangers was quoted as saying, “I would hike this every day if I could”. Okay. Great. So we signed the log book saying that we were on this hike. Noel noted that no one had taken this hike in three days. Warning sign. So after our first attempt to find the beginning of the trail failed, we viewed the bones, only to then locate the beginning behind a wooden gate. The trail was nestled within the tall prairie grasses of Nebraska, and the trail often was very hard to discern. But we plugged ahead, as the landscape was so beautiful, it really was. We bush wacked our way through the trail, following along with the trail guide that corresponded with numbered post signs until I heard Henna scream! “Spiders!” ” Tiny spiders are crawling all over me!”. Well, Henna wasn’t too excited about this hike to begin with…it was humid, muggy and buggy, so naturally I dismissed her freak out…until I saw them. Those tiny spiders she was complaining about….I found one on my leg, but it wasn’t a spider. It was a tick. Okay. Now I could either have told Henna the truth and freak her out more, or put on my mom poker face and lie (and at the same time make it kind of fun!) I chose the latter, and pushed her on as I flicked ticks off my shoes, legs and kept one eye on my daughter in front of me. Well, when we finally got off the trail, hot and red faced, I checked her and myself…and then I told her the truth about them spiders. Ugh!

Run!

Run!

Well, after de ticking both Henna and I after the trip (I actually found one later the day crawling up my face…while I was driving), I contemplated that hike with life. I won’t bore you, but I realized that life is kind of like that hike. Sometimes you’re going along, enjoying your self…when wham! You’re hit by something that really sucks. And you can let that affect you for a very long time by keeping you from doing things that you want. I was totally freaked out by those ticks…they got in my head and I questioned what the heck we were out here doing! Seriously. But as I sit here tonight, and those ticks are far behind I realize that in life you got to plug ahead, no matter if it scares you so bad you want to give up. I’m glad we kept moving forward, even as Noel thought I was loosing my mind while I continued to check both Henna and myself for ticks days later. Ugh. But I’ve made it these 40 years by moving forward, never going back. And I continue to keep doing just that. Corey

Cool Stop #1: The Seneca Street Saloon in Webster City, Iowa

Seneca State Saloon in Webster City, IA

Seneca State Saloon in Webster City, IA

What is it about Iowa and cities? Sioux City, Iowa City, and Webster City (where I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to really begin this milestone trip). Hey Iowa, real cities don’t bother calling themselves cities. New York City does, but only because it is in New York State. Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia are cities. Webster City is a nice but small dot off route 20. It is a city like the hill at North Park Nature Center is a mountain. But in Webster City I did make my first of at least forty cool stops. Let me present to you the Seneca Street Saloon.
The Saloon has Mills beer on tap (made by and for Iowans), worn out wood floors, posters of forgotten sporting teams decades old (like a high school wrestling team from 1992), endless fish caught and deer shot playing on the television over the bar, and thirty cents buffalo wings on Monday. Pizza, two draft beers, a dozen buffalo wings, and an order of fries with a generous tip; $30 (and they only take cash). Sitting in oversized booths were Webster City firemen (the firehouse was next door), families, men in camouflage, and three tourists from Chicago. The bartender served everyone with a smile and for the first time that day we felt at home.

After swimming we caught Shaw hoisting the cup while swearing loudly on live television. Blood streaked down his cheek from an open gash. I was honestly just glad he was alive as I saw him earlier take a puck to the head from maybe three feet away then drop to the ice motionless. From the hotel lobby I thought I heard the fireworks going off in Edison Park. Noel

Cool Stop #2: Smith Falls State Park in North East/Center Nebraska

Quick, pronounce “Niobrara River.” I am guessing that if you don’t live in Nebraska you can’t pronounce its’ prettiest river. Coming in from South Dakota and meandering south with a western tilt, it is a lazy southern river trapped in the plains. Just west of Smith Falls State Park you can rent tubes, kayaks, and canoes then drift south assured that a packed bus will eventually bring you back to where you started. We passed but did take a four mile gravel road to the state park were we could have also camped right on the river bank. Instead we took a short hike to the base of Nebraska’s highest waterfall then played right under the cascading falls. Another small hike led us to the river and we cooled off in the water just like the cattle we saw all day by the side of the road. Come to think of it the passing river people might have resembled us in our cars. Moo.

Lazy summer day

Lazy summer day

Quick note: Not making the list of cool stops only because we wrote about it last year was Ashfall Fossil Beds. If you remember, Ashfall is the site of a former watering hole. About 11 million years ago a volcano blew up in Idaho (the source of this volcano, its “hot spot,” moves below the surface of the earth and is presently fueling Old Faithful and every other attraction in Yellowstone) and covered much of Nebraska in ash. The confused rhinos, three toes horses, camels, and other prehistoric creatures sought comfort in the watering hole before eventually dying of various ailments. The ash blew and blew and covered their remains then sheltered their fossilized bones from the crushing soil that eventually layered above them. The result is well preserved and more three dimensional fossils. The site was discovered in the 1970s and graduate students work the site under a giant awning/ barn, each summer. Every day they uncover something and at the visitor center a friendly student will happily show you something (last summer it was prehistoric poop). There also is a fun kid area and some hiking (Corey will share a story about that hilarious hike soon).

Fort Robinson State Park (Nebraska), where I am presently waiting for the ladies to wake up, also deserves a special shout out.

Ashfall Fossil Beds

Ashfall Fossil Beds

We did pass on Seusical The Musical(last summer we saw Godspell at their Summer Stock Theater). We also met three generations camping near us and Henna played with the youngsters. I really enjoyed talking with the adults right up until they started talking politics. I had no idea that the government was sending armored carriers into major cities! And I think the correct pronunciation of the president’s last name is Obama, not Osama. Maybe they were a little on edge because of yesterday’s Supreme Court’s decision that will (hopefully) open the door for gay marriage. I will never know for sure though because I shifted the conversation back to Nebraska state parks. Noel

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The Milestone Trip

Cheers from the road! Let me start by saying thank you for following us on our latest adventure. It keeps a piece of home with us knowing that you all are coming along with us, even if only in print. For many reasons we were all very excited about setting off this year; to name the important ones 1) getting back to the mountains out west and back packing for the first time with Henna, 2) having piece of mind that we have a wonderful house/cat sitter we fully trust at home taking care of kitties 3) and of course our love for the open road. Today, as we drove west across the corn filled Iowa terrain I was amazed at how much older Henna seems on this trip. She has always been a great traveler, but this year she is equally ready for what is to come, but maybe through more experienced eyes. This trip, at least to me, feels very much centered around our families’ very big milestone birthdays. For Noel and I, it was turning 40. For Henna it is turning 10 upon our return home. These birthdays make me very humbled by all the wonderful things we have seen and hopeful for the things yet to be seen. It seems a perfect time to reflect on life, slow down and remember. So in honor of these birthdays and our trip, we each will be highlighting different things. For me, I will be sharing stories from 40 hikes. Noel will be talking about 40 cool/interesting places of interest, while Henna will make at least 10 fairy houses. With each we hope to have a good story to tell to share with you while on this grand adventure.
Fare Thee Well,
Corey

Our own stick figure family

Our own stick figure family

Crunch Time

Our day jobs are on hiatus, Henna is finishing up the last few days of school, and our house sitter has been hanging with us over the past few days. I am starting to feel the pull of the road. Today is June 21st (happy Summer everyone) and we are meeting friends (who are also cousins) on July 8th in Mount Rainier. We begin our trip June 24th. That is the extent of our plans and even those plans lack reservations. This is the way we roll, day trippers without a net. Hope you are able to join us.

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Printers Row Lit Fest 2013

walking in the city

We had a busy week in Chicago while all the time thoughts kept returning to the road leading out of here. While on the train downtown I overheard an older lady talk of all the places she wants to go (“Oregon is suppose to be pretty” and “Boston would be nice but the people are suppose to be mean” were two of my favorite comments). Two tourists were walking around downtown, snapping pictures with the woman wearing a Berkley shirt. And on and on. But Chicago is prety cool too and we were lucky enough to be able to check out the Printers Row Lit Fest.

Justin Roberts and The Not Ready for Naptime Players rock it out

Justin Roberts and The Not Ready for Naptime Players rock it out

A bit overshadowed by Blues Fest, Printers Row is the more sober of the two. I mean who ever heard of throwing down a blanket and getting drunk while perusing a good book. What I do like about the fest are all the authors set up at tables hawking their own books. I met one such author, Jaymie Simmon and left with her book The God Gene. I think I remember hearing it reviewed on NPR. What got me was her repeated insistence that the book is a comedy.

Our little book worm

Our little book worm

Also present are many children authors and a whole stage dedicated to pleasing kids with children focused bands and story telling. There are also face painters and a smattering of arts and crafts as well. Sometimes just hanging out in your backyard is trip enough.

Cirque Shanghai’s Dragon’s Thunder at Navy Pier (Summer, 2013)

First off I was wrong. I thought Cirque Shanghai would be kind of like a less popular Cirque du Soleil. I mean du Soleil plays Vegas and tickets can set you back almost $200. Cirque Shanghai can be seen at Ho Chunk Casino. Well, I have never actually seen Cirque du Soleil but I cannot imagine them rocking any harder than Shanghai. Cirque Shanghai is all about danger. Lots and lots of danger. It also is about stupid human tricks performed without a net (OK, sometimes there was this weak looking sponge like mat, but you get the idea). My favorite involved this suspended hamster wheel with guys spinning on top of the contraption while doing things like jumping rope. Who thinks of that? Anyways, tickets start at $20 (and really, given how small the venue is you should go with the cheap seats) and this is definitely hennacornoeli recommended. A longer more articulate review by me can be found below: http://www.chicago-splash.com/publish/Entertainment/cat_index_chicago_entertainment/cirque-shanghai-dragon-s-thunder-review.php

CirqueShanghai Mulan's Dragon Drums

Cirque Shanghai Wheel of Destiny

Cirque Shanghai Group Contortion 2

We also want to give a big shout out to our newest fan, Logan Schecter who came into the world 40 years and a day after me. Happy Birthday!

All photos courtesy of Circus Shanghai

To purchase tickets or for more information click here http://www.navypier.com/cirqueshanghai/

Memorial Day in Chicago, 2013

I spent Memorial Weekend 2013 with something new, something familiar, and something strange. The strange was my introduction into gangster bluegrass music. More on that later. The new was our successful launching of the S.S. Blue Heron, an inflatable kayak big enough for three. And the familiar was the hanging out with friends on the eve of my big birthday (whose siblings guessed that I was turning 50).

I have known the Skokie Lagoon by bike since the trail extended to the Botanical Gardens sometime in my early teens. I remember riding with my family a little further north each weekend until we met gravel (and then the following weekend that gravel was paved and we were able to get a little bit closer to the gardens before hitting new gravel). Yesterday was my first time though seeing it all by boat.

We may have actually seen more blue herons than boaters. Each one would stand still like an awkward stick stuck in the mud before suddenly taking flight. It made naming our boat easy. We also made conversation with several fishermen casting from shore. All those good vibes and the pleasant water made it easy to forget we were just twenty minutes north of the city.

Corey, Henna, and the S.S. Blue Heron

Memorial Day/ my birthday was overcast and gloomy. A perfect day to spend indoors but we spent it outside at a blue grass festival instead. At the City Winery in the west loop played three bands, Bubbly Creek, Whistle Pigs, and Gangstagrass. The first two bands were of the more conventional toe tapping yodeling type. Gangstagrass is the brain product of Rench and blends NY infused hip hop with traditional blue grass music. Their song “Long Hard Times to Come” is the theme song of FX’s Justify.

Gangstagrass at City Winery

Gangstagrass at City Winery

So there we were, my first day at forty, and children were dancing under an overcast sky, a friendly Ice Cube like performer rapping wild while his friends fiddled and yodeled behind him. It felt good to enter another decade. Noel

Memorial Blue Grass Festival at City Winery

Great Travel Books Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed

Wild by Cheryl Strayed

Wild by Cheryl Strayed

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail is a great book. Like any good travel adventure it offers a bit of danger, some self-exploration, a little other-exploration (sex), and touching passages that almost made me a little weepy. Almost.

Written by Cheryl Strayed well after the fact, Wild is her memoir about ultimately traveling away from a very difficult time in her life. Faced with the relatively recent death of her mother and the loss of her marriage due to her own destructive behaviors, Cheryl decides to hike an extended portion of the Pacific Crest Trail. The PCT (as those in the know like to call it) extends from the southern desert of California to the border of Canada. Along the way the trail crests many big mountains and wanders through prime cougar and grizzly territory. Besides the constant danger of being eaten by a big cat, twisting an ankle and then starving to death, or getting lost and then starving to death, there are the locals and other folk who might not always have your best intention at heart. There is also the sheer loneliness to contend with which Cheryl mostly embraces. She also had no prior backpacking experience and never even bothered hoisting her backpack until her first day on the trail. Lessons are learned and the Cheryl who finishes the trail is not the same person who began the trail.

So I liked Wild for the thrilling adventure she tells. Corey liked it for the touching portrait Sheryl creates of her late mother. We both agree that the narrator is not always the most likeable person. I think Cheryl Strayed would probably agree with that. And although there was no mystery as to whether Cheryl made it off the trail alive (the book cover after all does not refer to her as the late Cheryl Strayed), I was eager to know if she became a better person. After reading a couple of author interviews, I think that she did. A good trip will do that. Noel

Weekend Adventure: Milwaukee, WI

MAM

So we spent a night in Milwaukee. It was nice. Not spectacular, but nice. Kind of like a first date that ended with a polite peck to the cheek. Not so sure though that there will be a second date.

Taking train to Milwaukee

We took Amtrak and it was pretty cool watching the suburbs turn to small towns then farms and even a few forested spots before it all eventually returned back to industry. It would have been cheaper to drive, but it felt good leaving the car behind. Also we could use the practice for when we backpack through Europe.

There are a lot of museums in Milwaukee including the much recommended Milwaukee Public Museum and the Children’s Museum. We chose, however, the Milwaukee Art Museum (or MAM as the cool kids call it). Sitting pretty on the lakefront in a building shaped like a sail it is an almost dynamic place to be. And pretty family friendly too. There are three separate hands-on kid oriented exhibits including a nifty one focused on Pixar animation. Another very interesting exhibit traced the history of color photography from novelty to conceptual art. The MAM is not big, but it is special and for that reason it is hennacornoeli recommended.

Artist at work

Artist at work

Henna created, hennacornoelidays approved

Henna created, hennacornoelidays approved

The Safe House is also hennacornoeliday recommended. For 47 years, this spy themed restaurant has allowed patrons to enter via a secret book case and then leave through a phone booth. You also get to solve this giant Hocus-Pocus like sliding puzzle and pay a lot of money to have your martini shaken through a clear vacuum tube (the kind that banks use in the drive through). To be honest I got a little tired of being called a spy by everyone working there, but the food was actually pretty good.

There’s not much else to do at night other than drink at a bar or watch television in your hotel room. Just before I went to bed I looked down on the deserted downtown streets of Milwaukee and saw a seagull swoop down to pick at something in the middle of the road. It must have sat there for five minutes before a car came and scared it away. In the morning we walked around and ended up sitting at a park outside of a church. It was a nice church and a nice park and everyone we met was, well, nice. Later we looked for an ice-cream cone and walked a good deal of the city before settling on one at a shopping mall. Even when you consider it was a Sunday it all felt too quiet to be a city. The Amtrak station though was crowded. It seemed like everyone was looking to get out of town. Noel