So much for take only memories, leave only footprints.
The Chicago landmark was studded with relics from religious, historical, and cultural sites around the world, 149 artifacts total, each embedded in the base of the 36-story limestone facade. The stones were as impressive as the towering neo-Gothic structure destined in 1922 to be “the most beautiful and distinctive office building in the world."
So much for take only memories, leave only footprints.
They were wise old souls harboring the night and the magic of a million points of light. Gently falling snow added wonder and a hush to our very own snow-globe experience.
It was all beyond beautiful.
I whispered the word amazing on more than one occasion as my sister and I strolled around Meadow Lake and the mile-long stretch of wooded wonderland 40 miles west of Chicago, Illinois, otherwise known by day as Lisle’s Morton Arboretum (as in Morton Salt).
We sailed past Chicago Harbor Lighthouse with Navy Pier on our starboard side, in a race with the storm clouds coming in from the west. One of us was going to reach Navy Pier first. I prayed it would be our vessel, the Tall Ship Windy, a magnificent 148-foot, four-masted gaff topsail schooner better equipped for choppy waters and mind numbing headwinds than yours truly.
Cold and wet is not my best look.
The bright shades of paint covering the antique cars crowding the parking lot looked like they'd come straight from a roll of Life Savers. Yummy was definitely the order of the day.
And it was a beautiful fall day, the kind that begs attention, which is certainly where most classic car collectors are coming from. Let's just say, owning a piece of automotive history obviously requires a certain savoir faire when it comes to these objets d'art; five million objets d'art according to the Hagerty Group, which sells classic-car insurance to the mostly baby boomers looking for a piece of the action courtesy of unprecedented automotive craftsmanship. Move over Millennials! Big Daddy is On the Road Again (with Willie Nelson obviously riding shotgun).
You're going to need some shades to view this HOT street rod.
If you’ve ever ridden in a covered wagon, you’ll understand first hand why many pioneers walked or rode horses across the plains. Before bumper cars there were covered wagons.
Suffice it to say, my chiropractor is still working out the kinks in my back following a an authentic Western experience. It doesn't get more real than Bar T 5 and the pioneer behind the dude ranch responsible for all the fun.
We entered Wyoming's Grand Teton National Park ten miles south of Yellowstone via the John D. Rockefeller, Jr. Memorial Parkway (Highway 191) on a late-summer day, commemorating the moment with a cheesy, kitschy photo that put me and Jimmy square in the middle of the masses (2.5 million visitors annually) that had gone before us.
What can I say?
I said, “Cheese” and went with the flow.
Step on a crack and you break your mother’s back.
Remember that little ditty when you and I were kids skipping through life without a care in the world?
This momma wants to know which of my kids stepped on a crack!!!! Actually, I think my kids and my grand kids all did some stepping out last week, ‘cause my lower back is killing me! As in, I had to forego a trip to San Francisco last weekend due to back pain. Tough to fly when you can’t walk.
This too shall pass, although not fast enough for my busy schedule; my to-dos are piling up like airplanes on the tarmac awaiting takeoff. So, while I prepare for another trip to the chiropractor (the only travel in my near future) I’ll leave you with a few Fun Fotos.
Humor is always my go-to destination when the going gets tough.
Intrepid explorers; noble thoughts; a campfire in the middle of 3,500 square miles of majestic canyons, rivers, waterfalls, mountain ranges and the largest caldera in North America bubbling with volcanic enthusiasm.
All consorted in the creation of the myth surrounding the nation’s first national park; and the ensuing scrutiny a century later that brought into question the very nature of the meaning and symbolic worth of not only Yellowstone National Park, but all of America’s legendary national parks.
Ah, history! If the facts are the bare bones providing accuracy, folklore is surely the tasty morsels that encourage consumption.
Besides, who doesn’t like a good story? I have pictures, too!
I had no idea Yellowstone National Park was the only place in the United States where bison have lived continuously since prehistoric times.
Yep! Field trips are the way to go!
Of course bison have always been little more than a tiny blip of historical data on the periphery of my radar, at least until one foggy morning a month ago when the "Patriarch of the Plains" emerged from the past to fill my void of indifference. Let me just add, tiny and buffalo don't have a single thing in common.
From the dock along the shore of Glacier National Park’s largest subalpine lake, I watched the DeSmet gracefully emerge from the fog and quietly glide past the dock she’d called home since her launch in 1930. And then she turned, as if playing coy had been her intention all along, and headed back to shore.
I could only hope to be as charismatic at 85!
Granted, I didn’t have 75 million years of geological magic to insure an exquisitely sculpted bone structure with which to enthrall in one turn of the dance floor; and what a marvelous dance floor Glacier National Park’s Lake McDonald.
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