Skip to main content

Head Out On the Highway,Looking For Adventure - Part 2


Head Out On the Highway, Looking For Adventure


On the same adventure to the Niota Fish Market we stopped at a rest area to check out a map of local attractions.  It was here we noticed a set of stairs rising to the bluff above.  Hmmm.  A stairway to heaven.  Something like that is like waving a red cape in front of a bull.  




As you can see it was a two phase climb.  The first set rises to a small area with a bench for old bulls to rest, and then on to the next set that takes you to an observation area.




The payoff is quite nice, really.  A view of the river and we even had the pleasure of a barge to watch.  The one drawback was the evidence of past climbers -  not a lot but enough trash strewn about let you remember what pigs we are.   




Because I knew the question would come up I counted the number of steps.  Ninety-four.  Going down was easier than going up, in case someone would want that info, too. 



In what was a first for me, a single roadway branching into four. How neat is that?  Our purpose in this back road cruising was to find a cemetery that was billed as the "Historic Myers Cemetery" on a sign back on the main highway.  We took the second from the right road and I have to come back on the cycle to this area.  Overgrown back roads that is a cyclist dream.  We did find the cemetery but no word on why it was historic.  

A fun trip - we found adventure.    



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless.  Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001.  It was one of those things that can generate crime:  two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job.   Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things.  Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold.   But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find.   His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead.  He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds.  He will be paralyzed for life.   None of this is pleasant.  Reading the f...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Mary Davis Home - Part 2

None of these pictures were taken by me,  they came right from the MDH website.  I am posting these so that friends who have never seen inside where I worked can gain access.  After 27 years I have many stories, tales and acquaintances.  But, I wouldn't know how to express them appropriately in a few paragraphs.  I enjoyed 98% of my stay there and hope I made a difference in the lives of a fraction of the kids who entered.  The original MDH at this site was just the front part.  The large red-roofed area in back was added on in the 90's. This is the Jerry Carlton library.  It was unofficially named after one of the counselors who truly loved the place.   He passed away around 2002, I think.  Mr. Farber looks like he is explaining a few things to a client. The classroom. Activity area with the gym behind the windows. Another shot of the classroom. It was a little different area to teach since we had 2 classes and 2 teachers i...
Post a Comment
Read more

Flashback Friday - Cold Case - Part One

53 years ago today, Gordon "Peel" Duncan walked into the dark post office in Seaton Illinois and was brutally assaulted by an individual or individuals.  He died two days later.  The murder was never solved.     Gordon Duncan was one of the publishers of the Seaton Independent, a weekly newspaper in town that started in the late 1800's and stopped publishing in the 60's.     We  boys were just young children when this took place, but we have been fascinated by it ever since.  The imagination of kids, I suppose or maybe the fact that it was unsolved.  Regardless, this was a big deal in our little lives.  For our parents it tended to shatter the idea that Seaton, our town, was safe.  That it could fend off the forces of evil in the world, that in our little universe we would be impervious to harm was gone forever.  For us kids I don't suppose we were old enough to know real fear.  Fear for us was not getting our list ...
2 comments
Read more