Toolesboro Indian Burial Mounds, 7/23/2100

July 20, 2011--Hannibal, Missouri

Have I mentioned how hot it is?

We left Dubuque this morning on the way to Wapelo, IA, so Michael could visit the Toolesboro Indian Burial Mounds, a must for anyone who wants to see two small grassy humps. Certain indian tribes buried their dead in these mounds during the period 100BC - 200AD. There used to be lots of them throughout the eastern part of the country, but most were plowed under when the land was cleared for farming. When we got to the visitors building it was closed, and we thought we had driven a long way for nothing, but the young lady manning the building arrived a short time later, so we were able to see the small museum on the site. As it turned out, even with the building open we did travel a long way for nothing. Oh well. We did think it was interesting that even though we were the only visitors and were clearly not from the area, the young lady (who had nothing to do but read her magazine) didn't even ask us where we were from.


A sad, and troubling sign, 7/23/2011

As we continued our drive along the river in Iowa we began to see evidence of the terrible flooding that took place during the spring: stunted crops, driftwood on peoples' lawns, washed out bridges requiring looong detours, etc. We passed through a number of poor, dying towns, including a town called Sabula (Iowa's only island city), in which there was a large, angry hand-printed sign apparently blaming the town's troubles on the presence of a sex offender released from prison who was living there. A sad, and troubling, sign.


A magical picture, 7/23/2011

We arrived in Hannibal, MO, Mark Twain's boyhood home, around 6PM, so everything was closed for the day. We figured the crowds would arrive the next day to visit the tourist sites, so we took a walk around the deserted town. Had dinner at a restaurant in which we were the only diners. Then went down to the riverfront to watch the paddle boat return from its dinner cruise. Lots of elderly ladies dressed in pastel slacks and tops, a far cry from Serry, who only wears New York black, regardless of the weather. (Did I mention how hot it is?) While we were by the river Michael put the camera on timer and took our picture. A guy getting out of his car said he had never seen such a thing!


To Donna?, 7/23/2011

Then Michael forced me to climb about 300 steps, in 95 degree heat, to a lighthouse in the town. I know he's trying to kill me so he can inherit what fortune I may have. He still doesn't realize that we're leaving everything to Donna.

July 19, 2011--Dubuque, Iowa

Northern MN is very flat with lots of lakes and rivers caused by the last ice age. Whenever you look out the car window, if you don't see a lake, you see a pond. Very wet. And flat. About 20 south of Minneapolis, however, it began to be full of rolling farm land, and then it became somewhat mountainous. Not the Rockies, but more than hills. Anyway...

After breakfast this morning we went to the Red Wing shoe store to see the world's largest boot. It's an actual boot about 20 feet high built by the Red Wing shoemakers, just real big! Anything to get into the record books.


Using his thumbnail, Dad carved his name into a hide that was on display at the Red Wing historical exhibit.
I did not do this. 7/18/2011

After our hearts stopped pounding, we continued on our way to Wabasha, MN. The National Bald Eagle Center is there, but there's an admission price, so it wasn't for us. We went to the riverfront and saw our own bald eagle. Wabasha is another one of those towns that died a long time ago but still struggles to stand up. Empty streets at 11:30 in the morning, lots of shuttered stores, etc. Sad. Michael loves to stroll through these towns.


Despite having the Eagle Center, Wabasha was empty. 7/18/2011

We then continued down the road to lock number 5 on the river and watched a boat push I think 12 barges (hooked together) through the lock. The barges had to be unhooked and it took two raisings and lowerings to get them all through. Very time-consuming, and there are lots of locks that have to be gone through. Not the most interesting work in the world. Not like accounting, say.


The gray things in the foreground are the covers on barges in Lock No. 5. We watched as the barges were lowered in the lock. 7/18/2011

The next stop was Winona (Michael said Winona Ryder is named after this town). Larger than Wabasha, and loaded with interesting architecture from the 1800s, but dead. After that we crossed into Wisconsin and drove through the Trempeleau National Wildlife Refuge that is attempting to bring back the prairie grasses. Interesting. We would have taken a walk there, but the deer flies were swarming the car, and we didn't dare.


Hills in the Trempeleau Nat'l Wildlife Refuge. 7/19/2011


The super cool, Prairie School, Merchant's National Bank in Winona was a surprise in the center of a town made up of mostly late 19th century buildings.

After driving through enormous farms of corn, and on our way to Dubuque, we were passing through the little town of Dickeyville, WI, when we stumbled upon the Dickeyville Grotto, an absolutely amazing roadside attraction. The grotto is on the grounds of a Catholic church, The priest, Father Matthias Wernerus, who was there for about 30 years, spent five years building the grotto out of bits of broken glass, shells, stones, and other pieces of stuff he found. It's indescribable; you'll have to Google it or something.


Dad at Dickeyville Grotto. 7/19/2011


The hazy evening made it difficult to capture the grotto's splendor. 7/19/2011


A detail of the grotto. It was made up mostly of shells, glass, and rocks. 7/19/2011

We're spending the night in Dubuque. Tomorrow we head to Hannibal, Missouri, Mark Twain's birthplace.