Go for the easy win first

Further to this morning’s post, somewhere in the midden were two folded pieces of paper with treasure inside.  Always an advocate of getting the easy win before tackling the main challenge, I carefully unfolded the first, unlabelled one.

See, there was no need to label it as it’s clear where it came from.

I carefully poured the contents of the folded paper into a small container and wrote the location on it.

I did the same with the other one.  Remember this?

Two more for the collection, then.

Meanwhile, someone was opening the box and getting to grips with his birthday present.

Around here

It’s a bit of a mess.

My studio worktable is barely visible through the piles of paper and assorted ephemera collected on our trip.

It’s time to get to work on the journal then and record a few of the stories.

I think it’s under there somewhere.

Heading home

We always want to make the best use of every moment of our time in a distant place, especially one we love.  So, with flights not leaving until late afternoon/evening, we had a morning to play with.  What should we do?  Go to the beach? hardly the weather for that.  Go for a jog?  Ha!

The challenge was to find somewhere close-ish to the airport, where we could relax and not worry about traffic conditions later in the day.  The thing is, having been here on several previous occasions, there wasn’t that much we felt we hadn’t seen before.  We wanted a simple, neatly packaged, worthwhile “experience” to keep us occupied for half a day or so.

But internet searches proved fruitless.  My Hero identified a couple of small towns which might be interesting, but we didn’t want to shop and in our experience, aimless walks at this stage of our trip prove frustrating and not that enjoyable.   More by luck than skill (though I’m going to claim the credit anyway) I hit upon the Chicago Botanic Garden which met all our criteria and fitted the bill perfectly.

Just 45 minutes from O’Hare airport, I can’t understand why it doesn’t show up in any lists of suggestions about what to do on a long layover there.  The lists are full of casinos, bowling alleys, shopping centres…and yet an hour or two in a gorgeous, year-round garden seems to me to be the perfect pre- post- or inter-flight activity.

We began with an orientation tour of the whole site on board a trolley, which made stops by the highlighted areas.  We had no time to see everything.  Really, I doubt that anyone could on a single visit.  Suffice to say that it whetted our appetite.

The garden is huge and features a couple of large lakes and several distinct areas, including this Japanese garden.  Our guide emphasized how different it looks as the seasons change, especially when the snow falls.

A large area of the park is a natural prairie through which there are pathways cut and guides to follow.

Non-native plants have been removed and what remains is the natural landscape as the settlers would have seen when they travelled through this region.

It wasn’t at all how I expected.  I think of “prairie” as grassland, but this was so much more.  Gorgeous!

The next stop was near the bridge to Evening Island.

There’s a bell tower over there and occasionally, there are evening concerts when people are invited to come, bring a blanket and sit on the grassy slopes opposite to listen.  Nice idea.

Our tour returned us to the visitors centre, from where we set out on foot to explore the gardens closer to hand.  It was warming up, the earlier rain shower had passed through and we were enjoying our morning.

The water gardens were just lovely.  We are having ongoing problems with our pond at home and were so envious of the immaculate presentation and gorgeous flowers in this one.  Mind you, we don’t have a chap in waders to maintain it by removing individual leaves…

I loved these peculiarly textured leaves!

All around the garden, there are sculptures.  I’d have walked right past this one had there not been a couple of people taking a photograph.  It conveys movement really well, don’t you agree?

I’m not a gardener by any stretch of the imagination, but I knew immediately that this was not an English garden!  Isn’t it lovely, though?

The waterfall area was a popular (and cool) place to be.  Interesting to note that this garden is affected by blanketweed too.

My Hero was rather envious of the means of dealing with it!

There was time for a closer look at the Japanese garden, then, so we crossed the Zigzag bridge and followed the pathway.

Occasionally, it’s reassuring to discover that we don’t have the exclusive rights to hooligans on this side of the Atlantic.  I always think of American people as being more “up front” than we British, so it was interesting to see that although there was a distinct air of disapproval, just like us, no-one said anything.  We tutted and moved on!

There remained one distinct area of the garden which we had not seen.

Sitting by the entrance was a chap wearing a fun T shirt. I think my Hero needs something similar, don’t you agree?

The landmarks of America in the Model Railway garden were all created from natural resources and I was especially impressed by the accuracy of the lettering on the Seattle market sign.

We enjoyed spotting a variety of features from previous road trips!

One of us might just have felt a little homesick

It was getting near to the time we ought to leave.  The planes flying overheard were a reminder of the rest of our schedule and with the “just one more photograph” thought, we made our way to the car.  We’ll certainly be back here, possibly in similar circumstances, for it was an ideal place to spend our last few hours of our time in Chicago.

Mary’s flight was leaving a few hours before ours, so we said our farewells at the Departures drop off and waved goodbye. 

On our way out of the airport area, look what we passed.  No, we did not stop!

My hero and I mooched around a local mall for an hour or two, people watching and trying hard not to buy anything.  OK, so the $10 Gap T shirt was simply too much of a bargain to leave behind, especially as I’d looked at it at full price ($29.99) just a day or so ago!

But it was soon time for us to leave as well.  We returned the car to the AVIS lot, marvelling as always how people arrive there with a car still stuffed full of all kinds of things (bedding, groceries, clothes) and proceed to empty what looks like their life out onto the car park.  Those who know my hero will not be surprised that we simply take out our suitcases and walk away, leaving an empty car

So ended our tenth road trip.  1743 miles through four US states (no new ones this time!).  What fun we’ve had.  What stories we have to tell!

How lucky we are.

We are home

Lest you think we are stuck somewhere mid-Atlantic, we made it to the airport last evening and flew home without any unexpected events.  Not on that plane, of course!

Washing machines are humming away in California and Gloucestershire right now and tomorrow, when I’ve got my brain into gear, I’ll share the details of our last morning in Chicago.    It got off to a great start with that stack of blueberry pancakes.

I even finished every last bite.

Last day in Chicago

Not our last morning, though, so it was a difficult decision: Banana-Nut Waffle or Blueberry Pancake.  I guess the pancakes will be tomorrow’s choice    Needless to say, the Corned Beef Hash fan has no such dilemma.

The hotel usually has a large flower arrangement in the lobby, but right now, there’s a Gauguin-inspired display.

Alongside the large vases of (real) mangoes and leaves, there are some interesting painty plates.  This is my favourite.

Closely followed by this one.

Don’t ask how I know they are “real” mangoes*

Just opposite here, there were some lovely reflections this morning.  Far more interesting than a party, even if there was a hummus dip on offer

We had a clear plan for this morning.  As usual, though, it involved a walk along the Magnificent Mile.  Lovely!  (though actually, that photograph is of the view down Rush Street and not of the Magnificent mile at all…just thought I’d better admit to that <g>)

The Architecture Tour boats on the river were full on this warm Sunday morning.

Our target for this morning was the American Writers Museum (no apostrophe!)

Brand new for this season, Mary had read an article and thought it worth following up.

First stop was the Children’s Room, where displays of Charlotte’s Web and Little Women proved great reminders that some of our favourite books were written by American authors.

Around the corner was a lengthy timeline, with almost too much information to take in on a single visit.  Opposite was a wall of a hundred authors, highlighting their principal works.  The museum was almost completely interactive, so these boards were there to be turned to find out further information.  Above is the “box” labelled Dale Carnegie, How to Make Friends and Influence People 1936.   Some boxes played music when opened, others had a short video or a photograph to illustrate a point.  Of course, there wasn’t time to open every box, so we chose those which piqued our interest most and thanked heavens that there was only a few other people there, so we could do as we liked.

Thankfully, I had one or two favourite American authors and didn’t feel too ignorant!

So I focused on those I knew and did my best to extend my knowledge as I went along!

As we went long the timeline, we kept hearing a rousing chorus but couldn’t work out where it was coming from until we came across this.  So we stopped and listened a couple of times!

We enjoyed a diversion in the form of a display about Jack Kerouac’s On The Road and thought we should write our own Road Trip novel.

Actually, there might have been inspiration in some form here?

The photographs certainly had a ring of familiarity about them!

Perhaps the most fun was on the interactive screens, one of which was an electronic version of the magnetic poetry. 

My challenge was a preponderance of prepositions and one, single adverb (carefully)

In particular, I liked the display of local authors, hanging on a kind of clothes rail.  I made a note of that one as a potential starting point for a future exhibition!

Having done with the museum (which we enjoyed and felt able to linger as long as we wanted) we crossed over to the park and joined the crowds in the sunshine.

I was the only one brave enough to venture under the Bean, since it was shoulder to shoulder under there, as you can see.

Enough of the crowds and the heat, then, we escaped the park and headed into the Loop, in the hope of finding a cold drink in a cool place.  Thank you Dunkin Donuts.

It was a slow stroll back to the hotel then, past the old Marshall Fields department store on State Street.

We found amusement in the windows of the hotel with the window seats and matching cushions in every window.

We joined the crowd by the tall building bearing the President’s name and the “Real/Fake” installation in front of it, taking a picture along with them all.

I made a short detour to check out Guppy Bags at the Patagonia Store** a little further up Michigan Avenue and returning to the hotel, reflected on our days in Chicago.  We love this city!

Tomorrow at this time, we’ll be at the airport, going our separate ways after another ace trip.  But hey, there’s still one more breakfast at Tempo to look forward to and who knows what we might find to do tomorrow?!

* I might have given one a squeeze

** As a means of following through the NFWI resolution agreed in Liverpool last month