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Published: March 17th 2007
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Home sweet home in Fennimore, Wisconsin.Here it is - the very first entry documenting my aimless wanderings. I’m currently in Vail, Colorado visiting my friend Erica and her boyfriend John. Not to brag, but if I turn my head away from the computer for a second I’ll see a stunning mountain vista. Wait… gorgeous. But before I get to Colorado, I’ll write a little about what else I’ve been doing for the last two weeks.
My first stop was Fennimore, Wisconsin - home of the Fennimore High Golden Eagles, Igor the Mouse, many Amish, many cows, my grandfathers, my parents, and according to the U.S. Postal Service, me. I spent the week vigorously fending off the lethargy I can be prone to by running errands for my parents and cooking dinner. I was as close to a housewife as I’ll ever be. I also completed 4 jigsaw puzzles, reread The Hobbit, played bingo at the nursing home, ran into 2 high school classmates with whom I exchanged the requisite awkward pleasantries, attended my first women’s hockey game (in Madison - 4 overtimes!), avoided organizing and packing for this trip at all costs, and generally just chilled out. It was a good week and, as the
kids say, a big shout out to Mom & Dad.
As great as it was to be home, the traveling itch soon set in. So, I loaded up the car and took off last Tuesday. The first day was all about getting as far as possible before American Idol started. My priorities are still intact. I made it all the way across “scenic” Iowa, stopping in Lincoln, Nebraska - roughly 7 hours. The next day was all about “even more scenic” Nebraska and half of Colorado. I made fairly good driving time, but was slowed down by a detour to see Harold Warp’s Pioneer Village. I was suckered in by the billboards. For those of you who’ve been to South Dakota and seen the Wall Drug signs, you know what I mean. It was a strange, strange place. Actual interesting exhibits included original covered wagons, an original Pony Express station, and a sod house. Bafflingly interesting exhibits included salt and pepper shakers through the years, model ships built by Harold Warp’s son, and a weird shrine to some long-time Nebraska senator, including a recreation of his office and a lot of stuffed elephants (I guess representing his Republicanism). My
Castle Rock Church
The little country church I grew up in, my parents grew up in, and my grandparents grew up in. immediate family will be thrilled to know that there was an old-timey village there too.
I arrived in Vail last night, roughly 12 hours after I left the hotel. Wasting no time, Erica, John & I went out for a nightcap in Vail Ski Village. It was a piano bar filled with very rich people, and as Erica put it, we brought the median age down significantly. I was still wearing my road trip track pants and hoodie, so am sure quite an impression was made.
I’ve uploaded a few pictures to tide everyone over, but the good stuff will come when I make the official Vail update. Hope everyone is well.
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