Last month, Melvin and I traveled (generally) the Mormon and Oregon trails of the Westward Expansion, but geographically in reverse. Whereas 19th-century emigrants set their sights on physical landmarks like the Platte River, Independence Rock, and Devil's Gate, our itinerary characteristically derived from the home schedules of successive baseball teams.
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Devil's Gate; Natrona County, Wyoming |
This was a paradoxical adventure. In my first draft of this post, I called it our "most ill-conceived itinerary" but that is a bean counter's accounting. What we did and saw might or might not be equal to the insane amount of driving (2,740 miles, not including Chicago) and inflated financial cost, but we would have experienced none of it if we stayed at home.
Ironically, given our organizing framework, the baseball itself was perhaps the most disappointing aspect of the trip. When Melvin and I (and our wives at the time) first traveled the "baseball byways," the general standard was Double-A ball and above. On our path to having visited every team in affiliated baseball, and the stadiums where they compete, we have seen all level of play, including independent and collegiate summer league teams. However, the two Independence Baseball League games and three American Association contests, five nights in a row, felt (to me, at least) almost obligatory.
We were also let down by some of our non-baseball destinations. This always happens, as does the inverse —enjoying features more than anticipated — but the divergence between expectation and experience often felt greater on this trip than in the past. For example, Melvin was especially keen to visit Devils Tower but after a considerable detour (it was not a close encounter), we arrived to crowds of tourists and left almost immediately. I have wanted to visit Sun Tunnels (Nancy Holt, 1973-76) since the artwork was created but found seeing it in person anticlimactic, even boring.
I could leave it at that but in an effort to make the trip read as long as it felt to me, here is a day-by-day, stop-by-stop record.
Saturday, July 12 — arrive Salt Lake City
On an adjacent building, the "Book of Summon" is quoted, "NOTHING AND POSSIBILITY come in and out of bond infinite times in a finite moment," which might have seemed portentous if (out of context, at least) it wasn't so vague.
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across the street from the stadium on the way to the game ... |
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... and after — much of the 1,300 acre Daybreak development is unbuilt |
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although visitors are on public property, they are asked by the property owners to limit their visit to three minutes (a request we found easy to comply with) |
brunch at Llanero's, Venezuelan cuisine two meals in a row! I had a cachapa, maybe Melvin did too; what was most memorable was our hosts.
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the former Wendover Municipal Pool, a reputed "point of interest" a dead cat outside the pool was a point of interest for local youth; I offered them philosophical and cautionary guidance |
Monday, July 14 — Wendover UT to Evanston WY
Among other quotations torch-engraved into boulders in the garden is a variation on the opening lyrics to the LDS hymn, Though Deepening Trials:"Though ascending trialsthrong your way,press on, press on,ye Saints of God." Press on, we would, with our saintliness yet to be determined.
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the neighborhood where the sculpture is located (dare I say it?) felt almost like Portland |
Smith's Ballpark, the former home of the Salt Lake Bees, which is planned to be redeveloped in a mixed-use, transit-oriented scheme
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Point of View (partial view) |
At this point I will insert that, the many pleasures of the Lincoln Highway Tavern notwithstanding, Melvin and I had discussed flying to SLC to simply see the Bees, Sun Tunnels, the former Wendover AFB, and other points of interest thereabouts and in hindsight, this might have been less heedless than the 10 days that follow. Ten days follow. Ten.
Tuesday, July 15 — Wyoming, Evanston to Casper
Not just the Emigrant Trails! Also the Lincoln Highway, a historic early 20th-century byway! But before long, we were yet again traveling in reverse on the Mormon and Oregon trails, stopping at the —
although I hoped to see the (planned) Requiem Sculpture, at that point two months behind schedule, we visited its future site, where Chinatown was located until it was burned to the ground, as well as the more modest, established Rock Springs Massacre Memorial
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2025 Casper Spuds (partial roster) |
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not apparent from this detail, the exterior diameter is 94' and the tower is 177' tall |
the aforementioned Devil's Tower
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Charles H. Sheldon was the second governor of South Dakota (1893-1897) and responsible for the construction of the capital that appears behind his likeness |
Oahe (Pierre) Zap 6, Fremont Moo 2 (game recap on ruralradio.com)
Thursday, July 17 — South Dakota, Pierre to Sioux Falls
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you say "grotto" and we say "gotta go" |
hit-and-run (truthfully, just run) at the Porter Sculpture Garden
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"Cowboy Town" was so decrepit that we neglected to invest a quarter-dollar to discover what Sam might do for that meager expenditure. |
open spaces along the Big Sioux River including a replica of Michelangelo's David, Arc of Dreams (Dale Claude Lamphere, 2019), and Falls Park
Friday, July 18 — Sioux Falls SD to Sioux City IA
"erected by the ladies of the country club" (with their names individually recorded on the reverse), the marker narrows down the time of the attack "by Yankton and Santee Sioux Indians [to] between 9 & 10 o'clock a.m." but when noting the "date of settlement in Cedar Co. - 1857", saw no reason to mention that the Sioux were there first and had been subjected to a forced removal from their ancestral homeland. The full story is more tragic for both the Dakota and the Wiseman family but is largely lost to time.
dinner at the Marto Brewing Co., where the food is delicious, the service attentive, and the beers (we tried) in need of more of a malt backbone
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first pitch in Sioux City |
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that's Ettore Boiardi to you |
memorial to Johnny Rosenblatt Stadium, where Melvin, Red, and I saw the Omaha Royals in 2004
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top speed is around 25 mph |
Strategic Air Command & Aerospace Museum, which is mostly an aircraft museum and disappointingly not a museum about America's post-war military nuclear deterrence
As is customary when a Canadian team competes in what is nominally the United States, the national anthems of both countries were performed. Although the Canadian anthem is (as sung in English) just 55 words, the vocalist that night could not keep them straight.
Also, the user interface of Tixr sucks and I wasn't even that frustrated with either Watson or Melvin at Haymarket Park — by that point in the trip, I just wanted to be home (and that comes from someone who hates his apartment and almost never wants to be there).
Sunday, July 20 — Lincoln NE to Chicago IL
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the Louise Bourgeois' Spider (this one from 1997) is only one of the sculptures by artists whose names and work will be recognizable by many |
up-cycled entrance gate, In the Loop (Reynolds Urban Design, n.d.)
our next stop was planned to be Principal Park, where the Iowa Cubs would defeat the Columbus Clippers, 5-1 but with five more hours of driving, we skipped the game
Monday, July 21 — Chicago, Day 1
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the Chicago River has been substantially cleaned up since the South Fork of the South Branch earned the nickname, "Bubbly Creek" |
Zion Evangelical Lutheran "ghost church"
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also known as Kwanusila for the thunderbird at the top, the original totem pole was carved for the 1893 World Columbian Exposition and installed in Lincoln Park from 1929 to 1985 |
Uncommon Ground for supper, where I had the worst mac & cheese of my entire life and while I am at it, why does organic beer always taste so meh?
Tuesday, July 22
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with Domestic Tension (2007), Bilal gave people the opportunity to talk online or to shoot him with paintballs, referencing his brother's death by a remotely operated drone |
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many of Pfeiffer's artworks, including Red Green Blue (31:23 mins, 2022), respond to the mass media creation of spectacle both on and off the field, court, or stage, in this case on the sideline of a football game |
the eastern terminus of the Historic Route 66 — The Oregon Trail! The Lincoln Highway! Lewis and Clark! Route 66! Baseball Byways!
How many column inches was that on your digital device? However long, I still question if it conveys how lengthy this trip was to undertake. Like the photos on my phone, this chronology resembles a slide show when what I want you to experience is more analogous to a film, a movie with hours of desiccated salt "lakes," high desert scrub, and fields of soybeans and corn. I guess you had to be there.
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