Thursday, May 26, 2011

On the Road: Day 2: May 26

The horrible weather (tornado watches and such) must have moved east during the night. There was a bit of crud showing on the radar screens around Chicago, but most of it was in shades of green instead of yellows, oranges and reds. As a result our trip today from Toledo to Milwaukee went rather well--weatherwise.

We stopped at the RV Museum in Elkland, IN to see what they had on display. We've passed the place so many times since it was built that we thought it was about time we dropped in to say hi. What they've got are some pretty nice antique trailers and motor homes. We even found one, an old Airstream, that was just Terry's size.

1958 Airstream. It's just 10 feet long!

Then we saw who donated it to the museum!



Don't personally know Ken or Petey, but Dad's brother George is unaccounted for, and Ken might be a cousin. I can't help but wonder what they've got in the rest of their collection.

After spending an hour or so snooping around the displays at the museum, we headed west again on I-90 and then I-90/I-94 through Chicago.

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God! Do I hate cities!

The traffic was bumper-to-bumper for a good hour as we snaked through the south side past the Sox stadium. First there was a vehicle stalled and sitting in the slow lane (not the shoulder, mind you, but in the lane), then there was a big yellow school bus--with kids on board--stalled in the second lane. (At least that driver finally got the idea to turn the big yellow flashing lights on--after we passed. Still, even beyond those, traffic was extremely slow and still bumper-to-bumper. Why? Well, first they had the two express lanes closed--apparently to all but taxis and news vehicles. Then there was the crew of city/county involuntary residents in safety orange with an armed guard escort, a towed porta potty and a dump truck lugging a blinking yellow arrow telling everyone to scoot over lest one of the clean-up crew or their guardians be injured. At noon on Thursday.

Now I can't say for sure that this civic group was the cause of much of the horrendous traffic, but just passed the site at which they were laboring, things did start to improve.

Then we got to Milwaukee. The Marriott Residence Inn is right in the midst of the city and on the river itself. It's a lovely place and our room is certainly spacious and well appointed with a little kitchenette. There are indoor walkways to several mall-like complexes to the west, and the River Walk to the east. Unfortunately, there are several vacant stores in the malls and on the streets nearby (including a huge Borders bookstore) and that detracts from the setting. Besides, it IS in the city. and I HATE cities. But...the businesses that Brian and Vicky work for and with are in the city, just as the law firm my DIL, Sandy, works for is in a city (Portland, OR) so I guess they have a need to live in the damn places. If Brian can show me a couple of nice microbreweries nearby--like Rick did in Portland--maybe I'll mellow on this place.

BUT, if I EVER head west again, it will be via the UP of Michigan or Indianapolis, IN. I will never get within 100 miles of Chicago again! Mrs. O'Leary's cow didn't do enough, as far as I'm concerned. If more of the place had burned, perhaps they wouldn't have rebuilt.

2 comments:

Rev. Paul said...

But how do you feel about living in cities? Oh, right. Never mind.

Sounds like a reasonably decent trip, all things considered ... assuming you can skirt the majority of metroplexii on the way.

joated said...

Paul, I was just thinking I might have to go back to Alaska. Even your cities aren't terribly difficult on my nerves.