Friday, July 29, 2016

Phoenix to Chicago and Back Again (2016 Family Vacation Tavelogue) - Part 3






Saturday, July 2nd

After a quick breakfast and loading the van, we headed west on I-88 until it merged with I-80 just before crossing into Iowa. Despite all the toll booths we made good time, and we arrived at our destination, Williamsburg, Iowa, before noon. 

Since it was too early to check into our room, we headed north into the Amana Colonies. This area consists of seven villages, that were settled by German immigrants in 1855. They were seeking religious freedom. They are often confused with the Amish, but while the Amish broke away from the Anabaptist Church and shun many modern technologies, the Amana broke away from the Lutheran Church, and do not seem to have any issues with modern technologies. The Amana lived a communal life until 1932 (there was no individual ownership of property) unlike the Amish who owned their land. In the early days the Amana tried to be completely self-sufficient within their community, with every person having a skill that they passed to their children. The community became known for the craftsmanship of the goods it produced. In 1932 the Amana formed a profit-sharing corporation to manage their farmland, mills and other large enterprises and encouraged private enterprise. Many Americans have owned Amana appliances throughout the years.

We arrived at the main village of Amana just in time for lunch. The village was full of tourists like ourselves, but we had little trouble getting a table at one of the traditional restaurants called the Ronneburg (http://www.ronneburgrestaurant.com/). The girls both ordered items off the kids menu that consisted of normal kid menu items (chicken fingers, grilled cheese, burgers, etc). Deille and I both had German dishes and they came with an assortment of German sides, which were served family style. These included some very tasty pickled beets and also homemade cottage cheese. I do not consider myself a cottage cheese fan, actually I would normally describe it as rather unappetizing, but this cottage cheese was different and amazing. For the main course, Deille had the jaeger schnitzel and I had sauerbraten. For desert we had a piece of pie and some amazing rhubarb sorbet. The entire meal was very good. 

With a full stomach we walked through the rest of the village and I found my way to the local butchers/sausage shop. I was able to get a Westphalia style ham (yes the entire ham… however a small one), sliced and packaged in shrink wrap for transport back to Arizona.

The reason we had chosen Williamsburg, Iowa for our destination was not really for the Amana villages, although that turned out to be a really cool bonus. The reason was because the Williamsburg Ramada Inn (http://www.ramada.com/hotels/iowa/williamsburg/ramada-williamsburg/hotel-overview) has a small indoor water park. We thought it would be a good stop for the girls and would break a long, but doable day trip from Chicago to Omaha into two days of site seeing through Iowa. The hotel was rather run down, but the girls loved spending several hours swimming and playing.  There were several other family themed activities, including a nice playground, and we attended a showing of Kung-Fu Panda 3 hosted by the hotel. The girls slept well that night.

Sunday, July 3rd

Sunday we continued our drive across Iowa. Unlike most of the hotels we stayed in, the Ramada did not offer a complimentary breakfast, so we decided to put some road behind us before we stopped to eat. We stopped in an attractive town along the interstate and had a decent breakfast, which would have been very good, except for the fact that they served whipped spread. I mean, this is IOWA! How can they not understand about butter? Due to this, I have decided to banish the name of the town and the name of the restaurant from my mind. Luckily, by this point in the trip I was use to such occurrences and was able to quickly regain my composure. By the time we reached the Neal Smith National Wildlife Refuge I was ready for a new adventure.

This refuge (https://www.fws.gov/refuge/neal_smith/) is dedicated to the restoration of their small portion of the Iowa prairie to the state it was in prior to the arrival of European settlers. They have a very informative museum, which starts with a short movie about how the prairie used to be. They have exhibits about the plants and wildlife that should be on the prairie, and the ones that should not. Many invasive plants have taken their toll on this area, including the thistle. I always thought that it was native to this area, but apparently it is not.  One of the most interesting exhibits for me showed a scene of the prairie had blank spaces in the shapes of various plants and animals. Once they confirm that these are again living within the borders of the refuge they add them onto the picture. About 2/3 of the plants and animals were now back on the scene. The refuge now has a small heard of buffalo (60+) and also some elk (20+). As we left the refuge we took a drive through the park and we were able to see the buffalo off in the distance. We did not see the elk.

After a quick stop for a picnic lunch we continued our drive to Omaha and arrived in the early evening.

Monday, July 4th

We had a great 4th of July in Waverly, Nebraska, which is just outside of Lincoln. We were at the home of my cousin Janet, her husband Royce and their two sons. Janet is the daughter of my grandmother’s sister, making Janet my 1st cousin once removed. Her sons are my 2nd cousins. You are probably thinking why does this matter? It doesn’t, but my family tree software can determine the relationship between people, and I thought it was kind of neat. We were also joined by my Uncle Carol (who is Janet’s 1st cousin…. no removes), Janet’s sister Judy with her three sons, her brother Bill, his wife Rhonda and their 2 sons and one daughter. Janet’s mother-in-law was also there and very sharp for 95 years old. She spent many years as a missionary living all around the world.

The reason that the family meets at Janet’s house for the 4th of July is because the town parade goes directly past their house. We set chairs out in the front yard and the kids all had bags for candy. Many of Janet’s friends from around town also joined us in her front yard. The parade was pretty good for such a small town. It consisted of Fire Engines, old cars and tractors, local politicians, floats from local businesses , more old cars and tractors and a couple of bands (although they were on floats rather than marching). After the parade we had a potluck meal.

As we sat around talking throughout the afternoon, Janet’s friends started to head home and eventually it was just the family. It was really comfortable sitting around, telling stories and reminiscing. This is how every family gathering should be. As evening approached, Royce made burgers and hot dogs on the grill and we ate again. The older kids brought out fire crackers, which fascinated our girls. It would have been nice to stay and watch the fireworks, but it gets dark so late in the Nebraska summer compared with Arizona. The girls seemed to have gotten a second wind, but Deille and I were tired, so we headed the 40 minutes back to our hotel. From the 4th story window of our hotel room we actually had a pretty good view of fireworks from different displays around Omaha, or at least that is what Deille told me. I was asleep.

Tuesday, July 5th

On Tuesday we headed north from Omaha to visit family. Our first stop was at my Uncle Derwyn and Aunt Pat’s house. Derwyn is the youngest brother of my grandfather and he and his wife always make us feel so welcome. They took us to brunch at one of their favorite cafes in their hometown of Fremont. Unfortunately after eating we needed to continue on. We next stopped in the town of Oakland were my grandmother lives in an assisted care facility. She seemed comfortable and happy, but I am not really sure she knew who we were. 

Then we drove the 7 miles from Oakland to Lyons, which I still consider to be my hometown even though I have not lived there since I was 12. This is where my grandparents lived and where my mother and her siblings grew up. It is also where my grandfather is now buried. Along the way we stopped and got some flowers and a can of A&W root beer for the grave. 

I was a very lucky grandson to have my grandfather so long. He was almost 95 years old when he passed, and he had no lingering illness or impacts to his mind in all his long years. He lived so long that my daughters, especially Elisabeth, got to really know him. Grandpa always loved root beer floats, and every time we would visit him we would bring root beer and ice cream so that we could have root beer floats with grandpa. We left the flowers and the root beer alongside a grapefruit (from my tree) that Carol had left a day or two before. Knowing my grandpa, he would be please by all the treats… just missing the cookies and milk.

From there we headed out of town to the farm of my Aunt Phyllis. This is the mother of all the cousins we had seen the day before. Uncle Carol was also there because he had been staying with Phyllis on this trip. We had a nice conversation over a wonderful meal of ham, potatoes and corn-on-the-cob.  After dinner we went into the basement to play pool. Elisabeth was happy that she was just old enough (under the house rules) to play. 

As we headed out the door for the trip back to the hotel, Aunt Phyllis handed us some of her family-famous cinnamon rolls. It was a good end to a good day.

Wednesday, July 6th

We spent most of Wednesday driving across Nebraska and Colorado on our way towards Denver. Along the way we took break in Kearney, Nebraska, to visit the Archway (http://archway.org/), which is just that… an arch over I-80. Within the arch is a museum dedicated to the transportation methods that facilitated westward expansion across the continent. The Oregon Trail, the railroad, the Lincoln Highway and I-80 are all covered as you walk through the arch. It was an interesting stop for an hour or so, and it gave us a nice break.



The drive went well and we made it into our hotel in the early evening.

Thursday, July 7th

We started out our day in Denver by heading downtown to the Denver Botanic Garden (http://www.botanicgardens.org/). This garden probably has a smaller footprint than others we have recently seen, but they have used the space they have to great effect. They have a very large greenhouse, which houses a tropical garden, and this gave us an opportunity to see many plants that we had not seen in other gardens on this trip. 




After a few hours we decided to head out of town and go to the top of Mount Evans (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Evans). To get to Mount Evans you go west out of Denver on I-76 for about 30 minutes to Idaho Springs and then south up into the mountains on what is called the Mount Evans Scenic Byway (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Evans_Scenic_Byway) which is the highest paved road in the United States. The road eventually reaches the summit at 14,271 feet. It took a long time to travel the 28 miles from the interstate to the summit (even taking a wrong turn into account), and by the time we were nearing the top, Deille had about had it with the road and with me for dragging her up there, but then we saw the first of the mountain goats and things got slightly better. 

By the time we did get to the top, we were well above the tree line and there were mountain goats and a crowd of people everywhere. All these people were sucking up the limited air, and climbing around up there was a chore. The views were amazing, the goats were smelly and not at all afraid of us, and the air was cold. Eventually we started down, stopping at a lake, aptly named Summit Lake to take some additional pictures and watch the mountain goats lick car tires.





Friday, July 8th

Friday we drove to Albuquerque. As the vacation approached its end, we were all ready to be back in our own beds. We did not make any stops other than for gas and lunch along the way and arrived at the hotel in time to let the girls swim. We had an unexciting dinner and called it a night.

Saturday, July 9th

Saturday was our last day on the road. We got an early start and made good time. On the Arizona/New Mexico border we stopped to visit one of the cheesy tourist shops. Hannah and I got a couple of neat rocks for her rock collection. We had lunch in Winslow, Arizona at the La Posada Hotel. This was a really neat place and we will have to make a time to go back and stay at this place. It was one of the Harvey Houses (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Harvey_Company) at the turn of the century. 

At about 3 PM we rolled into Phoenix and the 110 degree heat. It had been a good three weeks for Elisabeth and I, and two weeks for Deille and Hannah, but it was good to be home. The girls had missed the cats, but I hadn’t…

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