tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39127670608790279252024-03-18T01:12:57.826-05:00Away We Go's Traveling AdventuresMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-79829773871702634692024-03-17T10:51:00.001-05:002024-03-17T10:51:20.823-05:002021-07: The Final Week of Our 5300 Mile Road Trip from Texas to Indiana to Florida and Back to Texas<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In todays edition of the AwayWeGo's Adventures Blog, we're winding down these last few days of our 5300 mile road trip to purchase our motorhome. These last 2300 miles went by much faster than we would have gone in the past. Driving the big RV we stuck to the Interstates for the most part. I gotta learn how to route plan better so that we can still do some sightseeing and geocaching. We did stop to see a few things on some overnight stops. So climb onboard the big Eagle Bus and let's go for a ride...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkh-9dwbuHQqeLs6ej5NotohQfBZhuDiPL0twXZGNQFx5qgzlvwxjgRds3XW7nHDHT7ZYOFpFZRFhDAl_52Pv5jh17bMyNa4vcYVdtPMN0SzEkx5t0-OUNvu2exdmSs1MwcF_JMGa6u6vsf64UlMMmhk_7VyLSlwcS_nxOJ4hOOS6sGSOW_Y8byxTsJe8/s1726/00b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1726" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkh-9dwbuHQqeLs6ej5NotohQfBZhuDiPL0twXZGNQFx5qgzlvwxjgRds3XW7nHDHT7ZYOFpFZRFhDAl_52Pv5jh17bMyNa4vcYVdtPMN0SzEkx5t0-OUNvu2exdmSs1MwcF_JMGa6u6vsf64UlMMmhk_7VyLSlwcS_nxOJ4hOOS6sGSOW_Y8byxTsJe8/w400-h228/00b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing north on US-331, there was another geocache stop that caught my interest. It had some recent DNF's so I didn't even bother looking for it. But I did want to stop for the photo opp. It was another Veterans Memorial (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2W9EC" target="_blank">GC2W9EC</a>) and I took the photo of the GeoJeep underneath the F-16 fighter jet you see at the top of this page. With more DNF's to follow the geocache was eventually archived, but I still added the GC link so you can find this memorial park.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>And finally just one more quick geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC5M26B" target="_blank">GC5M26B</a>) stop at a fireworks stand on the way back to the RV.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We noticed that the refrigerator had stopped working so I went into Walmart and bought a cooler and some ice. Most of our food went into it. Now I have to figure out where and when I can find a place to get it checked out.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Tuesday morning we left Troy, Alabama driving north on US-231 into Montgomery. There we turned west onto US-80. Arriving in Selma, Alabama, I stopped at a small Sunoco truck stop to fuel up. Not being very busy, we decided a good place to stop for a few while I took the GeoJeep to pickup some breakfast at Hardee's. This also gave me a chance to grab a geocache for Crenshaw County (<a href="https://coord.info/GC5PYDF" target="_blank">GC5PYDF</a>).</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing westbound on US-80, we eventually picked up I-20 westbound at the Mississippi state line. I eventually stopped again at a rest area in Scott County to stretch my legs and grab a geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7JVWB" target="_blank">GC7JVWB</a>). With just over 500 miles of driving for the day, we finally made it to the Texas Welcome Center on I-20 and parked it for the night. I got out to stretch my legs and grabbed another geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6Z4ZB" target="_blank">GC6Z4ZB</a>).</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On Wednesday we arrived in Killeen, Texas where my Candy's daughter lives. It was the house my wife lived in for a few years before she started traveling with me. If you've been reading my blogs for a while, you might remember most of my blog posts were about the long drive on Sunday back from Killeen to a jobsite somewhere in Texas.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Candy's granddaughter is now home after her three week road trip with us around the country. And we are able to gather much of our clothes, dishes, and other items we still had stored there and load them into the motorhome. Now our new home-on-wheels feels more like our home.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I did find an RV repair place nearby in Harker Heights to finally get our refrigerator checked out. We boondocked in the parking lot of the old shopping center which they occupied the end of. While waiting, I did drive over to the Pleasant Hill Cemetery and grab a geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6G1Y5" target="_blank">GC6G1Y5</a>). It is one of the oldest cemeteries in Bell County and dates back to 1855.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Lone Star RV Service eventually was able to check out the refrigerator on Friday. Turned out to be a bad motherboard. Surprisingly there was a recall on it twenty years ago and it had never been completed on that unit. So it would be fixed for FREE! The downside was that it had to be ordered and take a few weeks. But they did show me how to temporarily get it working using a magnet to reset it.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After a few days of boondocking, we needed to dump the tanks and get fresh water. And being late in the afternoon, we decided to wait until morning to get back on the road. So we found an RV park over in Kempner.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Thirty minutes later and about a mile away from the Rocky River RV Resort, the engine temperature gauge on the dash starts to climb and the warning buzzer goes off just as I'm pulling in the entrance. I park in front of the office and steam is coming out the back of the motorhome and the Jeep is covered in engine coolant. The guy from the RV park and myself is looking it over but the Cummins diesel engine is just covered in coolant. He calls a diesel mechanic he knows and the guy is able to come first thing in the morning to check it out. I let it cool down a bit, do our check in, and drive over to our spot for the night.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The mechanic drove over from Waco Saturday morning and was able to diagnose that a freeze plug was leaking on the side of the head. He pulled out the bad plug and drove into town. A couple of auto parts stores later, he was only able to find one of those temporary rubber expandable plugs to install. But it works and that's what matters.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We stayed one more night there in Kempner. Sunday morning came and we finally got back on the road. We headed up I-35 northbound through Dallas and arrived in Bonham, Texas just in time to be back to work on Monday.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Three weeks and over 5300 miles later, this road trip adventure comes to an end. Here's a recap and links to the blog pages if you missed any of it:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/09/2021-06-17-summer-road-trip-to-buy-our.html">06-17-2021: Texas, Arkansas, Missouri</a><br /><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/10/2021-06-18-summer-road-trip-to-buy-our.html">06-18-2021: Missouri, Illinois, Indiana</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/10/2021-06-19-2000-american-coach-eagle.html">06-19-2021: Our American Eagle 40' Motorhome</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/11/2021-06-19-visiting-fort-wayne-in.html">06-19-2021: Fort Wayne, Indiana</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/12/2021-06-20-road-trip-on-historic-lincoln-highway.html">06-20-2021: Lincoln Highway in Ohio</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/12/2021-06-21-driving-the-lincoln-highway.html">06-21-2021: Lincoln Highway in WV and Pennsylvania</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/12/2021-06-22-ghost-hunting-in-haunted.html">06-22-2021: Pennsylvania, New York, Connecticut</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/12/2021-06-24-more-sightseeing-and.html">06-24-2021: More in Pennsylvania</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2024/01/2021-06-25-searching-for-lake-erie-lighthouses.html">06-25-2021: Lighthouses in New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2024/01/2021-06-26-visiting-rv-museum-and-hall.html">06-26-2021: RV Museum in Indiana</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2024/02/2021-06-27-geocaching-and-sightseeing.html">06-27-2021: Michael Jackson Home in Gary, Indiana</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2024/02/2021-06-27-geocaching-and-sightseeing.html">06-28-2021: Noah's Ark, Ohio, Kentucky</a> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></span></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-90934128178487503162024-02-23T20:40:00.000-06:002024-02-23T20:40:46.278-06:002021-06-30: Visiting Noah's Ark After Our First Day and Our First Breakdown in the Motorhome<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On this date of our AwayWeGo's Geocaching and Traveling Adventures, we begin a new chapter. We took delivery of our RV, a 2000 American Eagle 40' diesel pusher motorhome, and begin our journey with our home on wheels yesterday. Now when we drive to a new jobsite we no longer have to stuff our Jeep with all our belongings. No longer do we have to look for a furnished place to rent for the duration of the project. We'll have everything with us and get to sleep in our own bed every night. So climb aboard the big rig RV, there's plenty of room. Today was our first day of driving from Indiana, to Florida, and then back to Texas for the next project.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
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Then a few blocks past that to a Walmart to get some groceries, some basic cookware and utensils to start with, and some new linens and pillows for the queen bed as well as the foldout couch for my wife's granddaughter. The queen bed still had the original comforter and pillows which looked like they were brand new. But they didn't look very comfortable. So they'll stay looking new because we soon put them underneath the bed in the storage compartment.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now if you have been following along reading about our travels, you'll notice that I usually like traveling the backroads. It's much easier to pickup new geocaching counties in the GeoJeep. But kinda hard pulling into rural cemeteries and outta the way ghost towns in a 40' motorhome. I'm gonna have to practice some serious route planning to accomplish that. But for now I take US-33 south over into Ohio to jump on I-75 south to Florida.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The first few hours driving the RV down the highway went really well. This diesel pusher motorhome drives, rides, and handles so much better than my gas motorhome I had back in 2005-07 when my AwayWeGo Adventures began. (<a href="https://awaywego.us/adventure.html">Click here and scroll to the bottom to start from the beginning.</a>)</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>But when you purchase a 20 year old motorhome and start driving it down the road, there's sure to be some little bugs pop up that didn't show up on a test drive or the dealer inspection. I also see others online buying brand NEW RV's with pages of items that need to get fixed too. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So driving down I-75 south and approaching Cincinnati, the engine </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>temperature gauge starts jumping from normal to hot and back. I don't get any warning lights saying that it's actually overheating. Plus the gauge is moving too fast. I pulled into a rest area just to check it out and make sure. Don't see any leaks. I Googled and found a Cummins dealer on the north side of Cincinnati just 10 miles further down the road and they could get me in first thing in the morning.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Waking up today we head straight down to Cummins to be there when they open up to drop off the RV. The three of us then piled into the GeoJeep and crossed over into Kentucky to the town of Williamstown. There we visited the massive Ark Encounter theme park and tourist attraction.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpIdvIP9iQZ8zPJ06toRor16gkRd2nqiCvsydL_wsiRHTU1DmcWkDf-8vJ91IEyPS2xctZkajYZ1Dblh7LtQt-yzS9ZUim0ThpHpmRqJiycQ4Hpooz-wiSdydhypaArNJe9s-o2tai993bP8GAuNstH30_iMdwNTUVigJuo85LNoNnIiMQIvskNc1qf4/s1858/1j.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1858" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpIdvIP9iQZ8zPJ06toRor16gkRd2nqiCvsydL_wsiRHTU1DmcWkDf-8vJ91IEyPS2xctZkajYZ1Dblh7LtQt-yzS9ZUim0ThpHpmRqJiycQ4Hpooz-wiSdydhypaArNJe9s-o2tai993bP8GAuNstH30_iMdwNTUVigJuo85LNoNnIiMQIvskNc1qf4/w400-h212/1j.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Ark Encounter was opened on July 7, 2016 by the Answers in Genesis organization. It is a full-sized replica of Noah's Ark built according to dimensions specified in the Bible. This massive structure is 510 feet long, 85 feet wide, and 51 feet high. Approximately 3.3 Million board feet of wood was used in the construction of this project.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKeTCPtkFHfVT8U3baoWmc1pRZ2rIdsz0OF2CB0mX5R0yMTQyATNO2QMwbv6Vc499NeK9jpRm4ZsPfAeMRM8ZaQ9GGnrUowdkwRHiSUG86CnbZSQOk5p5PljJXk-FCZVHyXyRTYk0-hKP7QsD5MxA9YuNc9b2pxzRISokowbZHLpz5w0E2L9ejxFxOfY/s2016/1i.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKeTCPtkFHfVT8U3baoWmc1pRZ2rIdsz0OF2CB0mX5R0yMTQyATNO2QMwbv6Vc499NeK9jpRm4ZsPfAeMRM8ZaQ9GGnrUowdkwRHiSUG86CnbZSQOk5p5PljJXk-FCZVHyXyRTYk0-hKP7QsD5MxA9YuNc9b2pxzRISokowbZHLpz5w0E2L9ejxFxOfY/w400-h196/1i.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">The Ark contains 132 bays that are eighteen feet high and arranged into three decks. Visitors enter through the lower deck and move up via a ramp in the center. There were mini cages for various birds, but mostly chickens for food. Another area held large liquid containers for drinking water and oil for lamps.</b></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Williamstown, KY, USA38.6381245 -84.560497710.327890663821158 -119.7167477 66.948358336178842 -49.4042477tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-45376563305035221752024-02-04T10:18:00.000-06:002024-02-04T10:18:09.070-06:002021-06-27: Geocaching and Sightseeing History in Gary and East Chicago Indiana<p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Hello again and welcome to our adventures. We're winding down our little side road trip while our "new to us" used American Eagle motorhome is almost ready to take delivery. On this day we explored the towns of East Chicago and Gary in northwest Indiana. East Chicago is my fathers hometown and we'll pay a visit to his childhood home. And over in Gary was the childhood home of a world famous celebrity. So join us as we grab some geocaches and take a look around at what remains of this town...</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46Kh3BZeoRW2wAaSRRBUlDIux2Ard3NM3CyYvaLAFdjYKG9JspMwBJYCzdq_mHUVAVNsP3SeWizBEbjmXd0qZraK6s12CWEoBB578xOliFVcSCuIK0DMdWA0IFDGxXshLv1VhyAZmTnP3tdPj3fa-AnvfW6Yl6dEGoet_AeaHV-Pi97XDTBh7IbQq08Y/s1552/00b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1552" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46Kh3BZeoRW2wAaSRRBUlDIux2Ard3NM3CyYvaLAFdjYKG9JspMwBJYCzdq_mHUVAVNsP3SeWizBEbjmXd0qZraK6s12CWEoBB578xOliFVcSCuIK0DMdWA0IFDGxXshLv1VhyAZmTnP3tdPj3fa-AnvfW6Yl6dEGoet_AeaHV-Pi97XDTBh7IbQq08Y/w400-h252/00b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first geocache of the day was in South Bend, Indiana for Saint Joseph County. A virtual geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCA525" target="_blank">GCA525</a>) was located at the LaSalle Landing Park. Unlike a traditional geocache, a virtual geocache doesn't have a container with a log sheet to sign. You typically have to gather some answers at the location and email them to the creator of the virtual cache to get credit for finding it. The coordinates bring you to this stone monument with the depiction of the French explorer LaSalle, the first white man to visit this region, passing from the St Joseph River to the Kankakee River in the late 1600's.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYvQw_7s_qskz4GkuxPumngAv1pCpDY4tEN__YhcHovpCipGqqF1c7UZGkzbbjvzDO7qKsfKTCwxe5bfqPkOFn84dbXYi3iwoLRswlUqwrM5QRZOvICjBDc4-BZV1XZPrIZUFQtKwZMdibDAEViX-7Av2f01hbt4vuMKL55okfZkKIoZ67Xvtf1gDGKk/s1301/1e2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1301" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYvQw_7s_qskz4GkuxPumngAv1pCpDY4tEN__YhcHovpCipGqqF1c7UZGkzbbjvzDO7qKsfKTCwxe5bfqPkOFn84dbXYi3iwoLRswlUqwrM5QRZOvICjBDc4-BZV1XZPrIZUFQtKwZMdibDAEViX-7Av2f01hbt4vuMKL55okfZkKIoZ67Xvtf1gDGKk/w400-h302/1e2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>He once told me, after returning from his 50th high school reunion, about this girl that once lived down at the end of the street. Her name was Katherine and she walked with a limp. Going to the same schools, they sometimes were in the same class. When she was 19, she married Joseph Jackson and they moved to this house Gary. Joseph became a crane operator at the steel plant where my grandfather also worked.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Joseph and Katherine had 10 children over the next 16 years. This house built in 1949 was just a 2-bdr, 1-bath, at 867sf would be a bit crowded for this large family. One of those children was international pop superstar Michael Jackson. After the family's "Jackson 5" musical group signed their Motown contract in 1969, Joseph moved the family away from Gary to California.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>While sitting at a stoplight in East Chicago, Indiana, this building at the opposite corner caught my attention. The Calumet Trust and Savings Bank was constructed in 1916. From what I could gather on the internet, it was abandoned at one time with a partially collapsed roof and water in the basement. But the outer walls and columns are still intact. If only I could have it lifted and moved somewhere else.</b></span></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Gary, IN, USA41.6020403 -87.337152313.291806463821153 -122.4934023 69.912274136178837 -52.1809023tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-41085655237519843382024-01-27T10:23:00.001-06:002024-01-27T10:28:18.404-06:002021-06-26: Visiting the RV Museum and Hall of Fame in Indiana<p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So today was one of those "checked an item off the bucket list" kinda day! Since owning my first motorhome way back in 2005, I've always wanted to visit the RV/MH Hall of Fame in Elkhart, Indiana. Now that I'm in the process of purchasing another motorhome I finally get the chance. It was a wonderful journey back through time. So come and step back in time with us as we look at RV's through history.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3w2hFOHNxAtcz0IQYiaEynMD7WlwaIkzdviMj0v8fFXETQ_hQip_Cll_uf1h0dnQHcLvJ4jxB7x51OMnz-KTRsTqgxRSnDvdIy9QIa24SsA9YJv-Hc_Nh1PHWj4D7eO1RqmR0Z0X-WA103AFuyDlccVjSJAIXGSIsocK0_KiSIOLUer4rIMZfSbITPh4/s1547/00a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="1547" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3w2hFOHNxAtcz0IQYiaEynMD7WlwaIkzdviMj0v8fFXETQ_hQip_Cll_uf1h0dnQHcLvJ4jxB7x51OMnz-KTRsTqgxRSnDvdIy9QIa24SsA9YJv-Hc_Nh1PHWj4D7eO1RqmR0Z0X-WA103AFuyDlccVjSJAIXGSIsocK0_KiSIOLUer4rIMZfSbITPh4/w400-h226/00a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We continued our road trip journey from yesterday finishing a few stops in Ohio. Two quick geocaches were found in Williams County at the Fountain Grove Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC60CNV" target="_blank">GC60CNV</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC358WN" target="_blank">GC358WN</a>). There are over 7500 internments but I didn't spend anytime looking around.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>From there we drove up to the NW corner of the county. That corner also happens to be the intersection of three states: Ohio, Michigan, and Indiana. We found the virtual geocache at that location (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2018" target="_blank">GC2018</a>). Even though the geocaching website has it located in Michigan, in reality it is located in Indiana. There's also a traditional geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3499B" target="_blank">GC3499B</a>) there but we didn't have any luck finding it.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2c9wz9m_p2HwUy5dZ41WmmyvfbUYP2YhPApWFbqIInnJXUZcBMqZpTea14ZGTVk4JtTz7f-xszkkHBaZg-9MpoSQhcKEfBNRU2u3_Va3U5cNytpO_GI3ILI2TMhVw9sETXvBIYmdzznd3sZgPwN32kAans15_gz-rNILRoVo0QCtxJyFGSvHA66g0bxI/s1820/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1820" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2c9wz9m_p2HwUy5dZ41WmmyvfbUYP2YhPApWFbqIInnJXUZcBMqZpTea14ZGTVk4JtTz7f-xszkkHBaZg-9MpoSQhcKEfBNRU2u3_Va3U5cNytpO_GI3ILI2TMhVw9sETXvBIYmdzznd3sZgPwN32kAans15_gz-rNILRoVo0QCtxJyFGSvHA66g0bxI/w400-h216/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>This is one of two scale model displays of various RV's. They go back to the early days of diecast models and RV toys.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEZ6KBa00ISp4sygDrvEKBfcIZPIq6ac4vjr4SE2QnR3hZY_Xrc2elpwTsEsVuor8tXRPiAPjDFxFX9Lv0DutFoZNovdziOinMrUXKHZYdBYxC5aZteldV2Awa4yltrdyDFWm5I5n6U_6_-Xl8HB5PSDJ_IDLKhWZAFK1SG3Bx-X-1qqa6YHMbjpslDw/s2016/1gg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEZ6KBa00ISp4sygDrvEKBfcIZPIq6ac4vjr4SE2QnR3hZY_Xrc2elpwTsEsVuor8tXRPiAPjDFxFX9Lv0DutFoZNovdziOinMrUXKHZYdBYxC5aZteldV2Awa4yltrdyDFWm5I5n6U_6_-Xl8HB5PSDJ_IDLKhWZAFK1SG3Bx-X-1qqa6YHMbjpslDw/w400-h196/1gg.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">So that's it for today. Another bucket list item checked off. Tomorrow we explore my father's hometown of Gary, Indiana. And while there we stop by a worldwide celebrity's childhood home a few blocks away from my fathers. Until then...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Elkhart, IN, USA41.6873832 -85.97351713.377149363821154 -121.129767 69.997617036178838 -50.817267tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-45569945820435135672024-01-20T14:18:00.000-06:002024-01-20T14:18:40.429-06:002021-06-25: Searching for Lake Erie Lighthouses in New York, Pennsylvania, and Ohio<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Welcome back to our AwayWeGo's Adventure blog. While the motorhome was getting some work done in Indiana, my wife, her granddaughter and I took a road trip to Connecticut and back in the Jeep. For todays leg of our travel journey we added lighthouses to our "to-do" list as well as geocaching counties. So climb aboard the GeoJeep and let's go for a drive...</b></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRKb3gdFPqEo2jcvqLgB1_gL7Oa2VBF0cUr5r_HnWdS2K_qKVX5XQwIuN8mg1xEhWmKHpvKwrHJ4gV1HsJawjBNIUftSLCKAPfDp1fjigZDHQrLOwLtExXOW0vQ9-MFtnsS9t_8rJQpfyDi-BB56YRvxI6CDCuFuhcL4YJc9fr3VZCt-UFV0QO3b2wyo/s1508/00b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1508" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRKb3gdFPqEo2jcvqLgB1_gL7Oa2VBF0cUr5r_HnWdS2K_qKVX5XQwIuN8mg1xEhWmKHpvKwrHJ4gV1HsJawjBNIUftSLCKAPfDp1fjigZDHQrLOwLtExXOW0vQ9-MFtnsS9t_8rJQpfyDi-BB56YRvxI6CDCuFuhcL4YJc9fr3VZCt-UFV0QO3b2wyo/w400-h260/00b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first stop was along the shores of Lake Erie in Chautauqua County and the town of Dunkirk, New York. The St Hyacinth Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4013R" target="_blank">GC4013R</a>) has over 4,000 internments dating back to 1880. Land was purchased for the St Hyacinth Parish in 1875 and the newly completed church dedicated in 1876. This land wasn't purchased until 1902 to become the church cemetery. The cemetery chapel was blessed in 1942.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNRdAosoopYJOfS3gOtGwi1deVFNQbLZOBa0mWuxaM1TF08iYZc-K8kFaIg3-tQ-6k5YkUvSNVeXB-5yq21uWPgf0_flwKkE2dd9GkOklPlkVFSL_joGwYGfAE6qh8tZCm01QfufUH2pFLWdjXMKa9mjvkMIL8OwYcaJexYtsDQdHgjORpWVm1W4BAxU/s2016/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNRdAosoopYJOfS3gOtGwi1deVFNQbLZOBa0mWuxaM1TF08iYZc-K8kFaIg3-tQ-6k5YkUvSNVeXB-5yq21uWPgf0_flwKkE2dd9GkOklPlkVFSL_joGwYGfAE6qh8tZCm01QfufUH2pFLWdjXMKa9mjvkMIL8OwYcaJexYtsDQdHgjORpWVm1W4BAxU/w400-h196/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Off the edge of the pier near the road stands the Barcelona Lighthouse and Keepers Residence (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1RMBW" target="_blank">GC1RMBW</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC60BK0" target="_blank">GC60BK0</a>). The 40-foot tall Barcelona Lighthouse was constructed in 1829. It was the first natural gas lighthouse in the country and was part of the Federal Lighthouse System up until 1859. From then it had been under several private ownerships over the years until the early 2000's when it became a state historical site.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jell3lP2u0ye0EUgsgUBH3SclhqTmVZG4tJ-X_UZAIQ2KaU0if8xEz68pnss4bIWMshi3gB8bhaO9X3TsVMXCF6pDNN5fhjYP4WateZF37T5qJC8z1LVSgvE99svv_vNtw4sAleMpZAdp7S6rID_ETTH_5m79ze0tJft8BLWL7quwPD10qEMWahTd0E/s1736/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1736" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jell3lP2u0ye0EUgsgUBH3SclhqTmVZG4tJ-X_UZAIQ2KaU0if8xEz68pnss4bIWMshi3gB8bhaO9X3TsVMXCF6pDNN5fhjYP4WateZF37T5qJC8z1LVSgvE99svv_vNtw4sAleMpZAdp7S6rID_ETTH_5m79ze0tJft8BLWL7quwPD10qEMWahTd0E/w400-h226/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Moving down into Erie County, Pennsylvania, we visited our next lighthouse and geocache. Located on the shores of Presque Isle Bay on Lake Erie is the "Land Lighthouse." The 49-foot tall sandstone tower was constructed in 1866-67. </b></span><b style="font-family: arial;">There is an earthcache here due to the fossils that can be found in the sandstone (<a href="https://coord.info/GC93AYG" target="_blank">GC93AYG</a>). This was the third lighthouse to be constructed at this location due to the previous two having structural instabilities. The light was in use until 1899.</b></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Lake Erie42.0668852 -81.339941413.756651363821156 -116.4961914 70.37711903617884 -46.1836914tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-18454551547488307102023-12-29T19:58:00.001-06:002023-12-29T19:58:43.008-06:002021-06-24: More Sightseeing and Geocaching Cemeteries, Old Bridges, and Yard Art in Pennsylvania<p></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In today's edition of the AwayWeGo's Adventures, with the RV still getting worked on, we spent another day in Pennsylvania sightseeing and geocaching. While out exploring today we found a couple of old bridges, a couple of cemeteries, and some custom auto art made of old cars and parts. Like the "Buzz Box" says: Look Inside by clicking on the link and seeing some of the unusual and creative pieces of yard art.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GO70Kgcf9ZJPACaJDtVdLA5QiZdyt_qpPBgjg-lq1fA57hpakvRnqkfEfsx6vDCRqrMz4bm-XGwil9Ix8CJJt60qMfn2R8uTBlopiqLOq1_7cjQAI3_Q__9hcmAkXusL0z6CEephQa1h7sVFmbHZpBzopYsrJTrKxqkco1F8qtmMqPmF7BPOMo5CG_c/s1960/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1622" data-original-width="1960" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GO70Kgcf9ZJPACaJDtVdLA5QiZdyt_qpPBgjg-lq1fA57hpakvRnqkfEfsx6vDCRqrMz4bm-XGwil9Ix8CJJt60qMfn2R8uTBlopiqLOq1_7cjQAI3_Q__9hcmAkXusL0z6CEephQa1h7sVFmbHZpBzopYsrJTrKxqkco1F8qtmMqPmF7BPOMo5CG_c/w400-h332/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So yesterday was a lazy day off the road. We spent an extra day at the hotel to catch up on a weeks worth of laundry and just relax in front of the TV.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>This morning after breakfast we drove west across Pennsylvania on I-80. North of Pittsburg, I exited the Interstate and drove north on US-19. On a previous road trip a few years ago we picked up US-19 on the south side of Pittsburg and drove it all the way down to Florida.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Driving north up the road, we caught a pair of racoons crossing the road. I had barely enough time to stop, grab the phone, and take a photo.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPLVOUyDucI5zwkEgZkjYAllLtgwPCz6WtlguO9mHExUH7E4iYHA4tL2_-7BctPLf5fAFQsiB0elMjazEUetnPl5dJkAnnm7tlmh4gtcOYiTs1Cc4xXsTNllfMhm0STEuzbg3lSGcsV8xGymmA_t6tdlKadizBmkDrftqQCtY9aTrglAfjPC0txu7yqI/s1982/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1570" data-original-width="1982" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPLVOUyDucI5zwkEgZkjYAllLtgwPCz6WtlguO9mHExUH7E4iYHA4tL2_-7BctPLf5fAFQsiB0elMjazEUetnPl5dJkAnnm7tlmh4gtcOYiTs1Cc4xXsTNllfMhm0STEuzbg3lSGcsV8xGymmA_t6tdlKadizBmkDrftqQCtY9aTrglAfjPC0txu7yqI/w400-h316/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first geocaching stop was a little further up the road but still in Mercer County. In the town of Clarks Mills was the Perry Chapel Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC51V01" target="_blank">GC51V01</a>). The cemetery has just over 700 internments dating as far back as 1851.</b></span></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Erie, PA, USA42.129224099999988 -80.08505913.818990263821142 -115.241309 70.439457936178826 -44.928809tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-10452488962083137392023-12-22T20:08:00.000-06:002023-12-22T20:08:16.142-06:002021-06-22: Ghost Hunting in a Haunted Cemetery While Geocaching in Pennsylvania, New York and Connecticut<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Today's leg of our geocaching road trip adventure takes us from eastern Pennsylvania, through New York, and into Connecticut in search of a Haunted Cemetery. There's one thing I can say for sure about the northeast... too much traffic! We drove some nice backroads up here but even they were busy. Not a whole lot of stops today, but let us see if we can find some ghosts! Climb aboard the GeoJeep and let's go.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After breakfast this morning we hit the ramp to the Interstate. The next few counties I already had completed on my geocaching counties map. So we drove north on I-99 and then east on I-80 into Union County, Pennsylvania.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">The last exit before leaving the county, I caught the off-ramp for a quick urban park-n-grab geocache in a parking lot (<a href="https://coord.info/GC20E51" target="_blank">GC20E51</a>). Then a few more miles later at a rest area in Montour County (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2TVJG" target="_blank">GC2TVJG</a>). Taking I-81 north and having all those counties already, the next stop is off I-84 eastbound. Another quick off exit geocache stop for Wayne County, PA (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8NKGZ" target="_blank">GC8NKGZ</a>).</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Finally next up in Pike County, PA, it was a 2-stage geocache at an interesting location. The Simons Town Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1JPJV" target="_blank">GC1JPJV</a>) is a small well kept cemetery with just over 200 burials dating back to the early 1800's. This stone wall that outlines the boundary is original and approximately 200 years old. As for the geocache itself, I found the first stage but not the second. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif7tyYEXk5Kly_bQQS0jrM3eTbcDm130ep3liYGMYY0yydfilaT8OKiTD2a1MEXysWztD0gHhJwygc80DSnYLZ6Dx_nh7VhAq6_YeFHknE4rK0VPfk6l7211CvDFbKzF5fv0O9NQHv9G8FNXxkPlHuiSIpsWGfF_wS-HObEpUSMdvMbFlFyHMNmqxJOU/s1660/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1660" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif7tyYEXk5Kly_bQQS0jrM3eTbcDm130ep3liYGMYY0yydfilaT8OKiTD2a1MEXysWztD0gHhJwygc80DSnYLZ6Dx_nh7VhAq6_YeFHknE4rK0VPfk6l7211CvDFbKzF5fv0O9NQHv9G8FNXxkPlHuiSIpsWGfF_wS-HObEpUSMdvMbFlFyHMNmqxJOU/w400-h236/1aa.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Crossing over into New York, it wasn't until we got into Putnam County that I made a quick exit off of I-84 for a parking lot geocache to claim that county (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4ZZFV" target="_blank">GC4ZZFV</a>).</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Now it was 6:00 in the evening before we finally made it to our destination. My wife and her granddaughter are fans of the "Annabelle", "The Conjouring" and similar paranormal movies. They like all those scary movies. To me... they're comedies. Mainly because of watching them jump, scream, and react to all scary scenes! They're having heart attacks, I'm laughing!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Well it was here in Greater Bridgeport County, Connecticut and in the small community of Upper Stepney that we come to our last geocache of the day. Located in the supposedly haunted Stepney Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC40985" target="_blank">GC40985</a>) are the graves belonging to Ed (1926-2006) and Lorraine Warren (1927-2019). They were paranormal investigators and were highly regarded to be the leading experts of the supernatural.</b></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Stepney, Monroe, CT 06468, USA41.3039849 -73.254282312.993751063821158 -108.4105323 69.614218736178856 -38.0980323tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-628731879022174072023-12-16T08:17:00.000-06:002023-12-16T08:17:48.958-06:002021-06-21: Driving Through History Along the Lincoln Highway in West Virginia and Pennsylvania<p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Welcome back family, friends, RV'ers, Jeepers, Geocachers, and fellow travelers. On this Day 2 of our little road trip in the GeoJeep while the motorhome is getting serviced, we're continuing eastbound on the Lincoln Highway / US-30 through West Virginia and Pennsylvania. We're picking up new geocaching counties to complete our map. And made an unexpected and unplanned stop when we passed the entrance of the September 11th Flight 93 National Memorial. So join us as we drive through history.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfUROfgQM4iFHGz-29htYANLumZoJ4BSjsl-P8csjeEm4FlB0YtqDgz3LeI1mywP21IX_MMwIM5ryfNqALzX2lLHtHsfWAY2w_2-w-2JAr-3hpVTso-ZsATJMvT38GS4isCo8gP_IAoeompeWTlin7XkBYRROU8rIIMYvM_T3e8yYu2T0kdCuJaONLas/s1728/00a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1427" data-original-width="1728" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfUROfgQM4iFHGz-29htYANLumZoJ4BSjsl-P8csjeEm4FlB0YtqDgz3LeI1mywP21IX_MMwIM5ryfNqALzX2lLHtHsfWAY2w_2-w-2JAr-3hpVTso-ZsATJMvT38GS4isCo8gP_IAoeompeWTlin7XkBYRROU8rIIMYvM_T3e8yYu2T0kdCuJaONLas/w400-h330/00a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Leaving Ohio this morning and crossing over the Ohio River, we entered the northern tip of West Virginia and a needed geocaching county. Located in Hancock County was the World's Largest Teapot (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC21926" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC21926</a><b>). You can read the full history of the Tea Pot on the geocaching page, but here's a summary. It was originally constructed as a hogshead barrel for Hires Root Beer in Pennsylvania. In 1938, a pottery store owner named William Devon purchased it and moved it to Chester, WV. Here he added the handle, spout, a tin exterior, and a glass ball knob for a lid. Several ownership changes and locations later, it was last restored in 1990 and placed at it's current location at US-30 and Highway 2. Now whether or not it really is the largest teapot, I couldn't tell ya. Because I've also seen one in Texas making a similar claim.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7e20Iggcm8Jdd40fE3kb4I3txbWK_d8u4yxHDDKaySpXK5Mf9zUcVvJxPvSUqleekIm7TyhumerYeqs_3IqcexXDeHRkMqYt6oBSKlPpFUCl7msQpSQ4jMestCS38_5sdGQ8HPwlYkCycbm1dIQEkC7iiTlfzJ39zgrqTG3b9jddj9LrqzhWkN0lgEU/s1639/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1639" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7e20Iggcm8Jdd40fE3kb4I3txbWK_d8u4yxHDDKaySpXK5Mf9zUcVvJxPvSUqleekIm7TyhumerYeqs_3IqcexXDeHRkMqYt6oBSKlPpFUCl7msQpSQ4jMestCS38_5sdGQ8HPwlYkCycbm1dIQEkC7iiTlfzJ39zgrqTG3b9jddj9LrqzhWkN0lgEU/w400-h238/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Crossing over into Beaver County, Pennsylvania now and getting closer to Pittsburg, I had no interest in driving through the big city. And US-30 just happens to go through the middle of it.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So in the town of Harshaville I turned south on Highway 18 and headed towards the Racoon Creek State Park. There we went on a short hike for a virtual geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCFF06" target="_blank">GCFF06</a>) at some old CCC buildings and an earthcache at the Frankfort Mineral Springs and Falls (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1K7NZ" target="_blank">GC1K7NZ</a>). Those copper color stains on the rocks are where the spring waters come out through the rocks.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzalf-XJNloL6tgL0Y3r51i2pqn4w4h5_D-xGYPLvbyRs8GBRjXkZEjOOET8XGO6QsXPO6pxvVKhwPMOsE2DyYMVDDXryse3l1rXhQbxYSOywaD4OMULQl5hIdHHIIHQxWXn1Cvzdoh9nTiv2DRE63pmbwTRoTVukgNp95oIVFl74X7-HXj0jOtjHsY2E/s4032/20210621_103835a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1960" data-original-width="4032" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzalf-XJNloL6tgL0Y3r51i2pqn4w4h5_D-xGYPLvbyRs8GBRjXkZEjOOET8XGO6QsXPO6pxvVKhwPMOsE2DyYMVDDXryse3l1rXhQbxYSOywaD4OMULQl5hIdHHIIHQxWXn1Cvzdoh9nTiv2DRE63pmbwTRoTVukgNp95oIVFl74X7-HXj0jOtjHsY2E/w400-h195/20210621_103835a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>With all the trees, shade, and spring water, I think the temperature down here was probably 10-15 degrees cooler. It was a beautiful area. This is Candy and her granddaughter taking pics of each other.</b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1gOoBCwm7_UrHgfUmLVNW2iyCUktIzGyc-kJxsAMjy26ZoEuSsfg8meOzDCgtiRaj8lDIxSlyu12hYwtTtnwQ9QBcm6leJ4LY4eN3hLBQd8bpFdOC6NFIWTeazlx_PkTOSzDt2jJEbZBNitW0mly7tAIw-B_RIcNLNAoMJ13WBP4re14gHTyLK8EFB0/s3508/20210621_104629a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1960" data-original-width="3508" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1gOoBCwm7_UrHgfUmLVNW2iyCUktIzGyc-kJxsAMjy26ZoEuSsfg8meOzDCgtiRaj8lDIxSlyu12hYwtTtnwQ9QBcm6leJ4LY4eN3hLBQd8bpFdOC6NFIWTeazlx_PkTOSzDt2jJEbZBNitW0mly7tAIw-B_RIcNLNAoMJ13WBP4re14gHTyLK8EFB0/w400-h224/20210621_104629a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I continued south down to I-70 east to bypass the big city. I then pick back up on the Lincoln Highway southeast of the city in Westmoreland County. The next geocache was called the Giants of the Lincoln Highway (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2XHWZ" target="_blank">GC2XHWZ</a>). The "Giants" are the oversized roadside attractions created to advertise businesses to the numerous automobiles traveling the Lincoln Highway, such as the giant teapot I wrote about earlier. This one here was an oversized gas pump statue. The 1940's Bennett Gas Pump is 25 foot high and weighs over 4900 pounds. This Giant was installed at the future site of the Lincoln Highway Experience. The students chose the gas pump design because the installation site is the former home of Donato’s Filling Station (1930s-1940s).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPSB3wRD2Bh2flnx6MpHPjm_wVr3EhEl5Xn9Zzyd2HQ_KjSI7be7N2nR3o_ftWeyxqGAzq98Vw7gHmaiIES2m3yeZKguN8ArCOajWkPKlf3LjxTdudW-t8XvtMmgrW7xgkr6NT_53GALhTLt-N9NoXqf-ijALL23e7P642h96jSns_nxoSk86T8zY8H4/s1216/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPSB3wRD2Bh2flnx6MpHPjm_wVr3EhEl5Xn9Zzyd2HQ_KjSI7be7N2nR3o_ftWeyxqGAzq98Vw7gHmaiIES2m3yeZKguN8ArCOajWkPKlf3LjxTdudW-t8XvtMmgrW7xgkr6NT_53GALhTLt-N9NoXqf-ijALL23e7P642h96jSns_nxoSk86T8zY8H4/w406-h640/1aa.jpg" width="406" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing our way eastbound, the original plane was to drive non-stop through Somerset County as I had already had that one completed on my geocaching counties map. But as we were driving along there's a sign that says "Flight 93 National Memorial." Two seconds later as we passed by the entrance it finally hit me to the significance of Flight 93. U-Turn!</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxRB5klr8r6gBf_YDrwxmoklCF5Is_SOgnuhynQwcppKYDxGJu82BOd7yA_10wq0_KOluFYoSlohF9Om0EhLCai0wEe9bX29iaJ1kdYuokxIX9buOF2zQnIWefoPU2r80c58QAqtK0djmKG_bo39pNeLMSQ9HSWycKtqxaBaUQViVIzdpESuKBYjKGRI/s1911/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1911" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxRB5klr8r6gBf_YDrwxmoklCF5Is_SOgnuhynQwcppKYDxGJu82BOd7yA_10wq0_KOluFYoSlohF9Om0EhLCai0wEe9bX29iaJ1kdYuokxIX9buOF2zQnIWefoPU2r80c58QAqtK0djmKG_bo39pNeLMSQ9HSWycKtqxaBaUQViVIzdpESuKBYjKGRI/w400-h206/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I'm sure we're all familiar with the tragedy that happened on September 11, 2001. So I'll just describe the photos. Above is the view from the memorial looking out towards the crash site.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqOssZewZkYsbi_tQGzlUlP20rOVp3ht7fsxTxCLdxreIeIhszOz_LE-4Lk_K6WH9Gi8aBMLQBRlajbIfhtEi1iyGOyHw8R7lExfxw9ULRiTeRT2SyYkeTz2VvfL_QGvcgoAZwcUYd_iubUoG0UZwhvRAm6ySyNryMniPbaMzkfsIkg8op92Q6I77FJM/s1366/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1366" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqOssZewZkYsbi_tQGzlUlP20rOVp3ht7fsxTxCLdxreIeIhszOz_LE-4Lk_K6WH9Gi8aBMLQBRlajbIfhtEi1iyGOyHw8R7lExfxw9ULRiTeRT2SyYkeTz2VvfL_QGvcgoAZwcUYd_iubUoG0UZwhvRAm6ySyNryMniPbaMzkfsIkg8op92Q6I77FJM/w400-h262/1ae.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The next photo below is from the crash site looking back towards the memorial at the top of the hill.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cPB_pzWGVd-Pb0yHTUpH86p_Y4CPYf_WIG6nO8-4Q6btS0tDN590-zLBLDdXLET9sM2HjWMB8FlQd9_tgXyc45NYWao9AzlXSpV1_Llq_yucBaSrciXYPEqe5r_ow8TpnoZJgFkooqNtPe7uwXL95UNU6iNK4FoGK61f8EP5Rq-fD7bpW4BiOQ_NGj0/s1670/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1670" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cPB_pzWGVd-Pb0yHTUpH86p_Y4CPYf_WIG6nO8-4Q6btS0tDN590-zLBLDdXLET9sM2HjWMB8FlQd9_tgXyc45NYWao9AzlXSpV1_Llq_yucBaSrciXYPEqe5r_ow8TpnoZJgFkooqNtPe7uwXL95UNU6iNK4FoGK61f8EP5Rq-fD7bpW4BiOQ_NGj0/w400-h236/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Next photo highlights the panel of names of the passengers down the one side of the sidewalk. Todd Beamer is the passenger who spoke those famous words "Let's Roll" before they took on the hijackers.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6AQGhzduxiF2YStUstazczSsJnn6Pha_FJFkzhpXuL5uoQ7Uj6tWAG42ZvIGaC1yj3CoZNN4z6NxyYMjeAmGo7zKuSRM7aRJCw_7-7q50T_0StrQ4hoqR2-xq9sM2vfgU0UU5c4uXkly9wBv62xWBpAttUV44EZJpL96Z0zLpwJIKBVraV0JW-LEeMQ/s2016/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6AQGhzduxiF2YStUstazczSsJnn6Pha_FJFkzhpXuL5uoQ7Uj6tWAG42ZvIGaC1yj3CoZNN4z6NxyYMjeAmGo7zKuSRM7aRJCw_7-7q50T_0StrQ4hoqR2-xq9sM2vfgU0UU5c4uXkly9wBv62xWBpAttUV44EZJpL96Z0zLpwJIKBVraV0JW-LEeMQ/w400-h196/1ac.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A closer look up the hill towards the memorial.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTy2JoMv_1bgOOKLwlH1yvuw3gyY-3J_acQPnMFSbJGNakmOLH-php2jD904ZQTWQDnp65k2rOp855sms7yDN-4ZAVTRrlhQeBPI4RA8GNal07VdQM86CwU8Jh5MsOKYiSXz2rmPNTBUU4FYH1-t-bBxP0SydyLwXaFj-W7R48466kh2OhyphenhyphenNWthg1dBM/s1674/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1674" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTy2JoMv_1bgOOKLwlH1yvuw3gyY-3J_acQPnMFSbJGNakmOLH-php2jD904ZQTWQDnp65k2rOp855sms7yDN-4ZAVTRrlhQeBPI4RA8GNal07VdQM86CwU8Jh5MsOKYiSXz2rmPNTBUU4FYH1-t-bBxP0SydyLwXaFj-W7R48466kh2OhyphenhyphenNWthg1dBM/w400-h234/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Below: The Tower of Voices is a 93-foot-tall musical monument about halfway between the Lincoln Highway and the landscaped memorial of Flight 93. Forty chimes represent the voices of the 40 courageous passengers and crewmembers who took a vote to come together and fight terrorism on that flight. There is no other wind chime tower in the world like the Tower of Voices.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGe9umFB0-Qa8oNGalO27nZD2G1gyIlTRy_HwExyYAqQYAMCnBrJKkrjX2e-BmrqXVuluDUu9tU5N7aj2FE1p3GkprTgMK8a_qrwn1nFy6C9FXdMyAAoGUxkd9y9acCEu4yN7f_xku_9OrfKnV6SIcpkwBh_UGlrhHcPLRLlMwpTqRn9qckXWBO9JQKs/s2016/00b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGe9umFB0-Qa8oNGalO27nZD2G1gyIlTRy_HwExyYAqQYAMCnBrJKkrjX2e-BmrqXVuluDUu9tU5N7aj2FE1p3GkprTgMK8a_qrwn1nFy6C9FXdMyAAoGUxkd9y9acCEu4yN7f_xku_9OrfKnV6SIcpkwBh_UGlrhHcPLRLlMwpTqRn9qckXWBO9JQKs/w400-h196/00b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">A German immigrant named John Schell settled in the valley in 1798. A few years later in 1806 the old Historic Church (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8XJ1E" target="_blank">GC8XJ1E</a>) was built and the first burial outside the church. It wasn't until 1860 when Peter Schell, the son of John Schell, formed the Chestnut Ridge and Schellsburg Union Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8XJ11" target="_blank">GC8XJ11</a>) was created. The town of Schellsburg was chartered and became official in 1908.</b></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6QnF6MZ__p0YOuxEis11jIa82PO71lBMNr6HlKnhK4h7wo1YiWqHrpUskDKlI_p2AHTmL_rgmsEHya0pXsS-NLMqMbKDoTDkEGaplSbRkrfKzw189ISjbQpvi4QUhcDLhdYtJWwVvuewF7LDqrr6Xed1xt2fjTZ-Wid7lj0b5A08QR02YVGXwUf3KpE/s1825/1e2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1825" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6QnF6MZ__p0YOuxEis11jIa82PO71lBMNr6HlKnhK4h7wo1YiWqHrpUskDKlI_p2AHTmL_rgmsEHya0pXsS-NLMqMbKDoTDkEGaplSbRkrfKzw189ISjbQpvi4QUhcDLhdYtJWwVvuewF7LDqrr6Xed1xt2fjTZ-Wid7lj0b5A08QR02YVGXwUf3KpE/w400-h216/1e2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Well it's just after 7 PM and it has been a long day. Time to go find some dinner and a place to crash for the night. It was a great day with that historical unexpected stop. Time to get some rest and looking forward to tomorrow.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Shanksville, PA, USA40.0178571 -78.907245811.707623263821155 -114.0634958 68.328090936178853 -43.7509958tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-46562569552592529482023-12-08T20:33:00.000-06:002023-12-08T20:33:12.909-06:002021-06-20: Road Trip on the Historic Lincoln Highway US-30 East Through Ohio<p></p>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Today is Day #1 of our road trip from Indiana to Connecticut and back to Indiana. We followed along the historical Lincoln Highway / US-30. We spent today driving across Ohio. There were plenty of geocaches to find, history to discover, cemeteries and old churches, and the original red brick road. So hop on board the GeoJeep and let's go for a ride.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAo8ZRdj4GTXJR5gt95jjCCDG44j7YfoDNsvdBcvW_R8r-NN8FklyOZmVqgij0mgxouOENWlbN4vrY8RM8TPiLoG4cFg7aYonvF3Evy9KJYBZ9N6H1AH1hB5iwbNaCeV71hNy2G0lXebUBs_5P1iGXEYsFsFcO1-ww-g3PTknlWMD3pplrygjw11DE3BM/s1960/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1445" data-original-width="1960" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAo8ZRdj4GTXJR5gt95jjCCDG44j7YfoDNsvdBcvW_R8r-NN8FklyOZmVqgij0mgxouOENWlbN4vrY8RM8TPiLoG4cFg7aYonvF3Evy9KJYBZ9N6H1AH1hB5iwbNaCeV71hNy2G0lXebUBs_5P1iGXEYsFsFcO1-ww-g3PTknlWMD3pplrygjw11DE3BM/w400-h296/1g.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first geocaching county stop was one of my favorites. A quick find at the Glenn Presbyterian Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GCRYA9" target="_blank">GCRYA9</a>) to fill in the map for Van Wert County, Ohio. I didn't spend any time walking through it and nothing caught my </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>attention so a quick park and grab and on our way.</b></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNx7HhF0pbR-j1sKy0f-Q9VZhD7YUqRDrtPvS7YN1At8zCGXhnOgN9QH_gz50cD12qGePf49ABFJPOhTzIqim3g0BiLHgbK5CJNCZEw2wol1d2lW1KYGKTwL_x94meEWv3gFeQvYWGizgNF4wbSETdM7S0QvtzBcqcAR8RtfVRjkNwe7a9VDGM50uOnA/s2016/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNx7HhF0pbR-j1sKy0f-Q9VZhD7YUqRDrtPvS7YN1At8zCGXhnOgN9QH_gz50cD12qGePf49ABFJPOhTzIqim3g0BiLHgbK5CJNCZEw2wol1d2lW1KYGKTwL_x94meEWv3gFeQvYWGizgNF4wbSETdM7S0QvtzBcqcAR8RtfVRjkNwe7a9VDGM50uOnA/w400-h196/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Passing through the southwest corner of Putnam County, I run up to the Mount Calvary Cemetery in Fort Jennings. There I find another quick geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7PTFR" target="_blank">GC7PTFR</a>) to fill in that blank spot on the map. I noted a couple of graves there of veterans who were killed in combat during WWI and another in WWII. Just up the road was this historical marker at the location of the original Fort Jennings constructed in 1812.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpNcBF5qiKR9JvO1kTEC3VXD17mN4omWxIs1vIqxqmD66uwZRvYfrZcxh7CKCIdak4R_IjhtMeqwmekNFM1NlwnqE4nTFCmr-m8ZAig9wumVmNONJwh0Ss9GGoZlsvsOFstSByeOIwATGl5bNVbLyEZJhyWAZTCsZNZPSnXw0wgzCteX-3N_Dz9HtnNo/s1576/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1576" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpNcBF5qiKR9JvO1kTEC3VXD17mN4omWxIs1vIqxqmD66uwZRvYfrZcxh7CKCIdak4R_IjhtMeqwmekNFM1NlwnqE4nTFCmr-m8ZAig9wumVmNONJwh0Ss9GGoZlsvsOFstSByeOIwATGl5bNVbLyEZJhyWAZTCsZNZPSnXw0wgzCteX-3N_Dz9HtnNo/w400-h248/1aa.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Returning to the original Lincoln Highway / US30 alignment heading east through Allen County, I stop at this historical marker for my next geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC28P2K" target="_blank">GC28P2K</a>) near the town of Gomer. Crossing the Ottawa River was this bridge built in 1927 by the Allen County Engineer's Office. It served locals and travelers alike for 75 years until it was removed and replaced in 2002.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZJh9LMtGwtxRxyzMMfoUMODz0hFuhgnbXLaWaXXp_O0B4W7EyTAC49ZrIAcJOMw5WcDZv_rUs62sblvoPlQsCdIf5IUgJeWSruh-T7RJ7J8rSZ2k3so34x2zPfSS80Z1Hl5p5hD_-cJJgWoXVVgrs92E5LVujuKpZsLFQ_Vq_cMTuHk5H_Cw6iKPUN0/s1102/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1102" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZJh9LMtGwtxRxyzMMfoUMODz0hFuhgnbXLaWaXXp_O0B4W7EyTAC49ZrIAcJOMw5WcDZv_rUs62sblvoPlQsCdIf5IUgJeWSruh-T7RJ7J8rSZ2k3so34x2zPfSS80Z1Hl5p5hD_-cJJgWoXVVgrs92E5LVujuKpZsLFQ_Vq_cMTuHk5H_Cw6iKPUN0/w400-h356/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I dropped south a couple of miles into Hardin County and the town of Dunkirk, Ohio. There wasn't much to see there other than the signs signifying the earliest alignment route for the Lincoln Highway from 1915-1918. It was also the location of my geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3D6BM" target="_blank">GC3D6BM</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKjF-CCUrZ5mEVwI8CaFCHlNF8X16KyyXtDeyc59k8xEzy4VHoCEXtCPYCcIB67hXmRiChCfAnihhxBi1VazKViGqnNH-fCSgNAS2fI3NkwYU85CGnYdO1cxHq3L0D4792SvlYNDLvYZPeedGpCavy57G80ugIvbe8X15zTpYtjdvwIuATbPCmpNkWLE/s909/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="772" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKjF-CCUrZ5mEVwI8CaFCHlNF8X16KyyXtDeyc59k8xEzy4VHoCEXtCPYCcIB67hXmRiChCfAnihhxBi1VazKViGqnNH-fCSgNAS2fI3NkwYU85CGnYdO1cxHq3L0D4792SvlYNDLvYZPeedGpCavy57G80ugIvbe8X15zTpYtjdvwIuATbPCmpNkWLE/w340-h400/1ac.jpg" width="340" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Over into Wyandot County and the town of Upper Sandusky are my next two geocaches. The first was next to the Wyandot County Museum. The 1895 one-room schoolhouse (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4MR4Z" target="_blank">GC4MR4Z</a>) was donated and relocated to here in the 1960's. Early in the 1970's it was restored, electric lighting and heat was installed. Looks like it was getting a new paint job when we had stopped by for a visit.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LCkEm4vDiwch167Mp0TA5jzAWFndqhMp7HOmsE94spBAXqaCMAURl4CwxzQ52RflVBwa_KvBllsyzN08jqwH4lCbB-w8xI_ag5RvMTBKegfk8_4iDaVcWKYjDjLZz7ELXB7FJA8ojyyXTmMvLSNJZoqga0mGcKw_s4uHudW38g5ibOscJd1s0YVSdJw/s1171/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="772" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LCkEm4vDiwch167Mp0TA5jzAWFndqhMp7HOmsE94spBAXqaCMAURl4CwxzQ52RflVBwa_KvBllsyzN08jqwH4lCbB-w8xI_ag5RvMTBKegfk8_4iDaVcWKYjDjLZz7ELXB7FJA8ojyyXTmMvLSNJZoqga0mGcKw_s4uHudW38g5ibOscJd1s0YVSdJw/w264-h400/1b.jpg" width="264" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On the other side of town we made another quick stop for a geocache along an old section of the Lincoln Highway that still had the original red brick road surface (<a href="https://coord.info/GC87GCE" target="_blank">GC87GCE</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOZ5TSWsGAq8dyL1-_QbhMScfGdy_tdutVJG-EHm06JY9Ro6eBsR_4x1ivlYxchWbmjn2Ar1Cz0WhRVUWu3bAOsnZxnvj1QUyPwshgwAMRnkSCXHRQVKHG0ynsj2Itl3wADhPHMttAMV7TZOc4GWzN1tSudOloBYelJmylSkl-2foPrltFSgf6bu_7Jk/s1590/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOZ5TSWsGAq8dyL1-_QbhMScfGdy_tdutVJG-EHm06JY9Ro6eBsR_4x1ivlYxchWbmjn2Ar1Cz0WhRVUWu3bAOsnZxnvj1QUyPwshgwAMRnkSCXHRQVKHG0ynsj2Itl3wADhPHMttAMV7TZOc4GWzN1tSudOloBYelJmylSkl-2foPrltFSgf6bu_7Jk/w310-h640/1ae.jpg" width="310" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Driving further down the highway, before leaving the county, I spotted this old church with a historical marker out front and wanted to stop for a closer look. Traveling preachers began visiting this area of German settlers in the 1830's. The first log meeting house was built in 1845. This church building was constructed in 1861 and was known as the Salem Congregational Church. The bell and tower were added in 1906. While I was here I looked up and discovered there was a geocache here too. (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1DP9D" target="_blank">GC1DP9D</a>) Found it!</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW60yO2tFeDgHT8oBSpOX4nt8J-Y0SvT531mqA2o2jqKC7WuonnpbHggFWRbeR4YxAv35Q04KSPfPT0XhQKKkge__0SpFH0urMnUpE0LGAYnf50JcWAdTbSr5vRi3P1DSdFIyKus2jURi-_vmk-J3EhRo3lOKWNB2CuWmK6pGV0fDQfNO9NG7joKVE1Gg/s1842/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1842" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW60yO2tFeDgHT8oBSpOX4nt8J-Y0SvT531mqA2o2jqKC7WuonnpbHggFWRbeR4YxAv35Q04KSPfPT0XhQKKkge__0SpFH0urMnUpE0LGAYnf50JcWAdTbSr5vRi3P1DSdFIyKus2jURi-_vmk-J3EhRo3lOKWNB2CuWmK6pGV0fDQfNO9NG7joKVE1Gg/w400-h213/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Oh, I haven't mentioned this in a while, but do you know what the difference is between a cemetery (below) and a graveyard (above)? A graveyard is a burial place outside of a church.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The next stop was in Crawford County for two geocaches at the Oceola Cemeteries #2 (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2R99C" target="_blank">GC2R99C</a>) and #3 (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1BHWR" target="_blank">GC1BHWR</a>). Nothing caught my attention so just a quick photo and finding the caches.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQzTyIYYYmv2ykw4ffcFhG4mxI7wk_WjVvLKHb9tQykgyLOT0-a1sMARIaAljg1cyyjhHzxVNeKcUd56pC3NDTzGIM3ZlDbQ_p2XMmP6RHz-8AJwRynsBF_-3HdJxk2a-UkBDBg22ZtvJ-u-GQ3FGojtt4iC8LzveGj8Xb2IOw5aiREIdReE0V4RSXik/s1702/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1702" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQzTyIYYYmv2ykw4ffcFhG4mxI7wk_WjVvLKHb9tQykgyLOT0-a1sMARIaAljg1cyyjhHzxVNeKcUd56pC3NDTzGIM3ZlDbQ_p2XMmP6RHz-8AJwRynsBF_-3HdJxk2a-UkBDBg22ZtvJ-u-GQ3FGojtt4iC8LzveGj8Xb2IOw5aiREIdReE0V4RSXik/w400-h230/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We passed through Richland County because I already had that one completed. The next county needed along the Lincoln Highway was Ashland County. It was a quick stop for a geocache at the Zehner Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4GGKC" target="_blank">GC4GGKC</a>). Then I skipped Wayne County and moved on into Stark County.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Massillon Cemetery has over 15,000 burials dating back to the early 1800's, including several Civil War Medal of Honor Veterans. The Massillon Cemetery superintendent’s residence was constructed in 1879 of locally quarried stone. It served for a century as both the sexton’s family residence and the cemetery office; now only the office.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRh33ixhtrSyvIlqrn14N4M5MS_ZEhXbSvH1Zm-GB93fGhsUOPvDITsXZbqKCI1YHLx_va14MhIyXa4T8P51tgwgHY6ko6xBTw2TclMC5m11yDW0mNKR-yHdKRa6AVCshyphenhyphen9vH73vIp7M3WIiaAZiB7ES-SGqsCzQ70US71JWWLfebvnvi7noF1yA5RPMQ/s1555/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1555" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRh33ixhtrSyvIlqrn14N4M5MS_ZEhXbSvH1Zm-GB93fGhsUOPvDITsXZbqKCI1YHLx_va14MhIyXa4T8P51tgwgHY6ko6xBTw2TclMC5m11yDW0mNKR-yHdKRa6AVCshyphenhyphen9vH73vIp7M3WIiaAZiB7ES-SGqsCzQ70US71JWWLfebvnvi7noF1yA5RPMQ/w400-h253/1e.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Near the entrance to the cemetery is this memorial statue honoring those who have served in the Civil War. Erected in the 1870's to centralize the location of the veterans. Many of those already buried and scattered throughout the cemetery were relocated around the statue.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQhczaNlCjqybcaWL9OCPVkFwvm-loCyoislcSjuwKSF9i_JW60CfOMTChBWMpZ3u_31a9NtdZdolx0kJhKTrjYo1Uq4sTttms3wmb6km7HlEjpMCRU9Dy-L4-7i3oJBhKfWE0kEBLJDB3zFH9zoiSXTslEnBCHY5fyG5dEF1zQCxkL5r55dhZcENKcM/s1137/1e2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1137" data-original-width="772" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQhczaNlCjqybcaWL9OCPVkFwvm-loCyoislcSjuwKSF9i_JW60CfOMTChBWMpZ3u_31a9NtdZdolx0kJhKTrjYo1Uq4sTttms3wmb6km7HlEjpMCRU9Dy-L4-7i3oJBhKfWE0kEBLJDB3zFH9zoiSXTslEnBCHY5fyG5dEF1zQCxkL5r55dhZcENKcM/w272-h400/1e2.jpg" width="272" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Of course while I was here I found three of the numerous traditional geocaches (<a href="https://coord.info/GC5YCV0" target="_blank">GC5YCV0</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC6V59K" target="_blank">GC6V59K</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC7QGX4" target="_blank">GC7QGX4</a>) that were hidden as well as completed the 5-stop Adventure Lab. There was a lot of history located at this cemetery. And many of these mausoleums built into the side of this hill made it look like a Hobbit community.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJu6Xp0v2G8nv8TcizxqOBBAfDyySXnVPFc9Z0X_1CjfS1nwknkh6428m_RuPwwrc3EYs0NGBjqz8Y2nFvcx_NxI7UOtI6UIxREAWx7-n8tiGYQKjfV0k_HTUeQKDmVBimPMlPpXjzzuuZRTxImeSrEVdmcYnhH-MynuGh_Aj_e1tDYV6pi5VJnPtS6I/s1552/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1552" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJu6Xp0v2G8nv8TcizxqOBBAfDyySXnVPFc9Z0X_1CjfS1nwknkh6428m_RuPwwrc3EYs0NGBjqz8Y2nFvcx_NxI7UOtI6UIxREAWx7-n8tiGYQKjfV0k_HTUeQKDmVBimPMlPpXjzzuuZRTxImeSrEVdmcYnhH-MynuGh_Aj_e1tDYV6pi5VJnPtS6I/w400-h252/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Before exiting the east side of the county near the town of Robertsville, I veered off of US-30 onto the old original Lincoln Highway alignment to grab another geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1WPE4" target="_blank">GC1WPE4</a>) along a section of the old red-brick pavers which formed the roadway.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5Z2Y01vDAfU4-bTAIarMVY9COi1rNczkPb71pEuj02xHDp98m9Z6TZtoRTIpPITTePIA3E_CIIIjRgx8XzO_9udpuWfJU1-kvKaVTokycM_54t8cXPnRBIhJV7_fw5Kcw4AoropkoAVtVzssYWU4dz_FOIiYZ_CNymDA1LYJnskh6aE9S27ddzUa-0Q/s1101/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5Z2Y01vDAfU4-bTAIarMVY9COi1rNczkPb71pEuj02xHDp98m9Z6TZtoRTIpPITTePIA3E_CIIIjRgx8XzO_9udpuWfJU1-kvKaVTokycM_54t8cXPnRBIhJV7_fw5Kcw4AoropkoAVtVzssYWU4dz_FOIiYZ_CNymDA1LYJnskh6aE9S27ddzUa-0Q/w448-h640/1g.jpg" width="448" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A few miles further down and another geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2388C" target="_blank">GC2388C</a>) later, the original 1928 narrow bridge was replaced in 2002 with a wider modern bridge. The old red brick was reused to form the barrier walls of the new bridge.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7k4ikME6LNCRW6LjwJLfsEgFeFDcUfvlXGOKBW7LIzfT6AC4Y5gH0U3HHSfVe1oiqjgDkGKyPKkBouwfBbLw6RbK8lWQENk9ppsFjFnqEGe6n_ggrRAuB62q4D7vSMuQe2UAv1-loC5Va0UZCATK3Bat-1x5fqXjrQx2aTraBZ8MSpMO283XK7Vx_7LE/s1559/1g2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1559" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7k4ikME6LNCRW6LjwJLfsEgFeFDcUfvlXGOKBW7LIzfT6AC4Y5gH0U3HHSfVe1oiqjgDkGKyPKkBouwfBbLw6RbK8lWQENk9ppsFjFnqEGe6n_ggrRAuB62q4D7vSMuQe2UAv1-loC5Va0UZCATK3Bat-1x5fqXjrQx2aTraBZ8MSpMO283XK7Vx_7LE/w400-h252/1g2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">While reaching for this geocache in the guardrail, I twisted in just the wrong way that it pinched a nerve in my back. Now it is hard to even get in and out of the Jeep. So the last cache planned for the day in the last county needed along the Lincoln Highway will just have to go unfound. Time for dinner and a hotel to rest my back.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Ohio, USA40.4172871 -82.90712300000001312.107053263821157 -118.06337300000001 68.727520936178848 -47.750873000000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-1413010558163692702023-11-27T11:48:00.000-06:002023-11-27T11:48:17.819-06:002021-06-19: Visiting the Fort Wayne in Indiana and Finding a Prince in a Cemetery<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Hello again everyone. You may recall from my last <a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/10/2021-06-19-2000-american-coach-eagle.html">blog post</a> that we were in Indiana to purchase our motorhome. It was being sold on consignment so there were some things that needed to be taken care of as well as a full cleaning and detailing. After looking it over and getting all the paperwork in order, that afternoon we drove up to Fort Wayne, Indiana to grab dinner and check out the old fort.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlVSi4QE4RRD42jui6qE2lhdklX2Wj5UBHKnFaHLuoTEeUClLc_F_nteQDVDM2HkCD8q1tZZ1NmYk_jHy4TYQeBEzZoqXcBK5EHD9EmN61c9QfRzsfG9qEybKGmLWJOlTlv6Jmj593nTtN9dMP8SWYNiz-FIV3DrGOSFNT6mH-3qdoY-uCMgAxokOwRI/s2016/00a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlVSi4QE4RRD42jui6qE2lhdklX2Wj5UBHKnFaHLuoTEeUClLc_F_nteQDVDM2HkCD8q1tZZ1NmYk_jHy4TYQeBEzZoqXcBK5EHD9EmN61c9QfRzsfG9qEybKGmLWJOlTlv6Jmj593nTtN9dMP8SWYNiz-FIV3DrGOSFNT6mH-3qdoY-uCMgAxokOwRI/w400-h196/00a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>It wasn't until now when I started writing this blog that I discovered that this fort is a re-creation of the third and final version of the old Fort Wayne. And that it isn't even in it's original location. The original site of the old fort is in downtown where the city's Fire Station #1 is located. The only remains that exist is an old well with a commemorative plaque on it.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Q20jHntrqNG1kMuUX5EYEyT-2llEkrs6SYUI4ZMujk9886jc8ZrRsHcPOYybRujTl8VFacxgDYJ_cyRi35-i_gquIIHL5zH_nzI0VKPLuRck30LQZRVJZg8z5QK_f5ExICLCyB8p2C4Ak-8CS9jIlWXN9j8x8qzfhkUwTId5HQYjPFzecgoZ2dGMpzA/s1755/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1755" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Q20jHntrqNG1kMuUX5EYEyT-2llEkrs6SYUI4ZMujk9886jc8ZrRsHcPOYybRujTl8VFacxgDYJ_cyRi35-i_gquIIHL5zH_nzI0VKPLuRck30LQZRVJZg8z5QK_f5ExICLCyB8p2C4Ak-8CS9jIlWXN9j8x8qzfhkUwTId5HQYjPFzecgoZ2dGMpzA/w400-h224/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">After the Revolutionary War and the Treaty of Paris in 1783,</b><b style="font-family: arial;"> Britain ceded the area to the newly formed United, American General Anthony Wayne established Fort Wayne in 1794. General Wayne had pushed the tribes out of Ohio to the west and built a new fort to replace Fort Miami. He made a treaty with the Native Americans to end the fighting and promised they would have the lands west of the fort. This is the reason why the region west of Ohio was called Indiana.</b></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Fort Wayne, IN, USA41.079273 -85.139351312.769039163821155 -120.2956013 69.389506836178839 -49.9831013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-14755074618283660802023-10-28T15:46:00.001-05:002023-10-28T16:08:21.622-05:002021-06-19: The 2000 American Coach Eagle 40EDF Our New To Us RV Home On Wheels<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Well the long awaited day has finally arrived. No longer do we have to squeeze everything into our little Jeep when traveling between jobsite to jobsite. No longer having to buy an air </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>mattress here, a TV there, dishes at another rental only to have to leave them behind because there's no room in the Jeep to take it with us. This morning I took a look at, test drove, and agreed to purchase a 2000 American Eagle 40EDF diesel motorhome from Sullivan RV in Decatur, Indiana.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYMSAW7EIvYTiZ1F1v3D66Id8cBeBoU3VEsNv6m_fCDUv8fPhSbhQ-DqU-O3pLve9XlHeha1CF2jZ6BqNfkPbGtbwhlKt1DX5aoTOcTY5zdWCnmvpjmN8L6lnbG-XeJqWQpu4eouNW8i1pO_PwCKDCuOmPym0ts0fiyIc_NDbtzegjMo8Qng8vXatOCk/s800/2000_American_Coach__AMERICAN_EAGLE_40EDF_Class_A_RV_JC14RE.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYMSAW7EIvYTiZ1F1v3D66Id8cBeBoU3VEsNv6m_fCDUv8fPhSbhQ-DqU-O3pLve9XlHeha1CF2jZ6BqNfkPbGtbwhlKt1DX5aoTOcTY5zdWCnmvpjmN8L6lnbG-XeJqWQpu4eouNW8i1pO_PwCKDCuOmPym0ts0fiyIc_NDbtzegjMo8Qng8vXatOCk/w400-h300/2000_American_Coach__AMERICAN_EAGLE_40EDF_Class_A_RV_JC14RE.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">This was a consignment sale, so the dealer is now gonna do a deep cleaning, check everything out, and make a few repairs. That's gonna be done through this week. The one thing I would have done differently is gotten an RV inspector to go through it as well. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">But in the meantime, Candy, her grand-daughter, and I are going on a geocaching road trip to Connecticut and back in the GeoJeep. We'll be back next week to take delivery and begin another chapter in our adventures.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-74423994745683029102023-10-11T18:59:00.000-05:002023-10-11T18:59:45.772-05:002021-06-18: Summer Road Trip to Buy Our "New-to-Us" Home and Geocaching Through Missouri, Illinois, and Indiana<p></p>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So here we are on this Day 3 of our 5300+ mile summer road trip from West Texas to Indiana to Connecticut, back to Indiana to Florida and ending in NE Texas. The main reason for this roadtrip is to look at and hopefully purchase our "new-to-us" home-on-wheels. Along the way, we'll be picking up as many new geocaching counties as we can and seeing some of the sites along the way. So hop on board the GeoJeep and let's go see what we can find.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0pLu1cZouNnKjenMwqpaLLAvbngRn2EdOO0NAVYNkPbveKuqH1vIThb0U5fhZ5IMcAX1-aRInI4ifs33t5zyI5axuvKzhwo9K-RonyhT62A_IQyucHd7uabg2IJSUi5-ipSGvtVL8W6bMMfTSvt435t6TmfSK6HdGrj6mc0mB3ZXdepY7VHBRuVfmUU/s1734/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1734" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0pLu1cZouNnKjenMwqpaLLAvbngRn2EdOO0NAVYNkPbveKuqH1vIThb0U5fhZ5IMcAX1-aRInI4ifs33t5zyI5axuvKzhwo9K-RonyhT62A_IQyucHd7uabg2IJSUi5-ipSGvtVL8W6bMMfTSvt435t6TmfSK6HdGrj6mc0mB3ZXdepY7VHBRuVfmUU/w400-h226/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Well we didn't quite make it out of Missouri yesterday. We stayed the night in the town of Sikeston in Scott County. We were going to have dinner at the famous Lambert's, where they throw the fresh rolls out to you. But we weren't up for the long lines and over an hour wait! So we came back this morning to grab the geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2JC3X" target="_blank">GC2JC3X</a>) for the county and take some photos.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn26yovA2QLoVs-UYr8SNjmhwHbRT5GFboKfsJPSXBA0tF-PkfUklVjz8A_hRRO6wqaNW_9YffG3fnDj7pcQhuXPXVPaTnpn9Yt6PE34OnL3SHiXwiA8S3RNnObtMj31Kwft30hb5uC90FCBJevYZwXDDzIgZGFrgEo43qDnRyxiNZXUMOOpzHyQsHG04/s1527/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1527" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn26yovA2QLoVs-UYr8SNjmhwHbRT5GFboKfsJPSXBA0tF-PkfUklVjz8A_hRRO6wqaNW_9YffG3fnDj7pcQhuXPXVPaTnpn9Yt6PE34OnL3SHiXwiA8S3RNnObtMj31Kwft30hb5uC90FCBJevYZwXDDzIgZGFrgEo43qDnRyxiNZXUMOOpzHyQsHG04/w400-h230/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Driving east on US-60, we crossed over into Mississippi County. We stopped for a quick geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4KW34" target="_blank">GC4KW34</a>) in Bertrand for the county and kept moving.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Further down the road I spotted this roadside historical marker and had to stop for a photo. "Rev. Owen Whitfield with the support of local landowner, Mr. Thad Snow, and 1500 black and white sharecroppers camped here in harsh January weather several days in 1939 to protest the plight of Boot Heel sharecroppers. The event received national attention. Owen and Zella Whitfield met with Pres. Roosevelt and ultimately received his support for the cause. This community has dedicated January 10 as Thad Snow - Owen Whitfield Day."</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUnPIEN3h2eRSyv4WBM-BWOJyASbfWlUrSPzr14iXMmXBAJYufsSDGlJfWRY1R0wb9-xGDYtDnsL15YPz6iqT7ftEo6VkklY0sIGWf9WH9xLOWkdZQl84zv56GYpWu-2THzsvuJzF2ktG3pcVhsWwQRVWOAxOWpeDfmot8GAqWNixqkCHORmVZr1FLYsE/s1710/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1710" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUnPIEN3h2eRSyv4WBM-BWOJyASbfWlUrSPzr14iXMmXBAJYufsSDGlJfWRY1R0wb9-xGDYtDnsL15YPz6iqT7ftEo6VkklY0sIGWf9WH9xLOWkdZQl84zv56GYpWu-2THzsvuJzF2ktG3pcVhsWwQRVWOAxOWpeDfmot8GAqWNixqkCHORmVZr1FLYsE/w400-h228/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Above: nearly 175 million tons of goods are shipped via the Mighty Mississippi River each year. Below: Candy and her grand-daughter down at the southernmost point of Illinois and the convergence of the two rivers. The Ohio River is entering from the left. The Mississippi River enters from the right-rear and continues down to the far right.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFP83ZS6rIOMPBk4l5-VTlBXuU9NB3VUrS-LD9kc4laEK5CG6oBOD_yH8eNxYhTkdl8acIyMj4W69ct09xslGQ61n3siTtMjJZqqVReblOnVPeLKwsgkXF6J47yHz6KXXeZlV6s2EKGqZxAXbdYoGnlc3N80peK45LYNxxPmpOJ1ok1umlFW8wShdp2q8/s1559/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1559" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFP83ZS6rIOMPBk4l5-VTlBXuU9NB3VUrS-LD9kc4laEK5CG6oBOD_yH8eNxYhTkdl8acIyMj4W69ct09xslGQ61n3siTtMjJZqqVReblOnVPeLKwsgkXF6J47yHz6KXXeZlV6s2EKGqZxAXbdYoGnlc3N80peK45LYNxxPmpOJ1ok1umlFW8wShdp2q8/w400-h212/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our last stop for today was just a few miles away in a town called Cache, Illinois (<a href="https://coord.info/GCR01C" target="_blank">GCR01C</a>). I can't find out much info on the community of Cache, IL other than it was laid out in January 1904. Found a newspaper article in April 1927 suggesting the town was flooded out. Then a few decades later the Cache River was rerouted to empty into the Mississippi River instead of the Ohio River. Whatever happened to the town, this bridge isn't singing anymore.</b></span></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Cache, IL 62962, USA37.1000504 -89.26146629.5655070246722076 -124.4177162 64.6345937753278 -54.1052162tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-88766658904218531512023-09-16T16:49:00.000-05:002023-09-16T16:49:51.698-05:002021-06-17: Summer Road Trip to Buy Our "New-to-Us" Home and Geocaching Through Texas, Arkansas and Missouri<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Hello Friends! Well some of our regular readers may recall that the primary reason that we are able to go on so many geocaching roadtrip adventures is because we work in construction. We travel from project to project across the country and had to find short term rentals in each town to live in while there working. My wife has been traveling and working with me for about two years now, though this last solar project we just completed near Fort Stockton, Texas she didn't work on it.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>When we arrived in the nearby small town of McCamey at the beginning, the choices for rental accommodations were old rundown houses from the 1940's. My wife took one look and decided she'd stay with her daughter in Killeen, TX for the duration. Now that it has completed, I have three weeks before starting at the next location in North Texas. So what to do but go on a roadtrip to Indiana where I found our "new to us" home to buy! Finally after a year of looking... a wish comes true!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CaLnMj8xMGk8aKrYdMaYne6kFRAYQ7BrnI8SwfBD_xxRiVgxmioVPTIXOLRRyZ6M5waQp8shVt4DNzJ7Firj2RJjo1M_QYgfvS04Cba10q3aXXAqpMHOQPr_6GajmVRCP7BLawk_kQnCyV6F4CJIG--CMQoVv6HeArloJYMdfmLt9mI6wSJghmslRvI/s1289/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1289" data-original-width="767" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CaLnMj8xMGk8aKrYdMaYne6kFRAYQ7BrnI8SwfBD_xxRiVgxmioVPTIXOLRRyZ6M5waQp8shVt4DNzJ7Firj2RJjo1M_QYgfvS04Cba10q3aXXAqpMHOQPr_6GajmVRCP7BLawk_kQnCyV6F4CJIG--CMQoVv6HeArloJYMdfmLt9mI6wSJghmslRvI/w381-h640/1d.jpg" width="381" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Also spotted this restored antique Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Not sure about those white tires though!</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgFT5XVSCXFGCyBD_SLBDGpxpsCQyDMRQTocB7eQOLCm3t5bznfpp4cqg0BmDF1pOsHjcH3dI8A4dbL97t83yrM2BrH1aZxHLVsOphAx6sz2U6DodHnos4q1tV1PFftKavTZHYTv7hQ3WVO8CFYHWpUoj7_g0k8Huw2yVkNUeLv8Vv9Cly2Q2RnvIPgU/s1590/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgFT5XVSCXFGCyBD_SLBDGpxpsCQyDMRQTocB7eQOLCm3t5bznfpp4cqg0BmDF1pOsHjcH3dI8A4dbL97t83yrM2BrH1aZxHLVsOphAx6sz2U6DodHnos4q1tV1PFftKavTZHYTv7hQ3WVO8CFYHWpUoj7_g0k8Huw2yVkNUeLv8Vv9Cly2Q2RnvIPgU/w310-h640/1e.jpg" width="310" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>While walking down Bathhouse Row, we did find three geocaches and completed an Adventure Lab. Along with what I've already shared with you, they also highlighted Hot Springs history with Babe Ruth and baseball (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2ZDMJ" target="_blank">GC2ZDMJ</a>), the cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3JFJ9" target="_blank">GC3JFJ9</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC92RGD" target="_blank">GC92RGD</a>), and Al Capone and organized crime in the 1930's.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Time to get back on the highway heading north. Since I've already gotten the geocached counties along the way from previous trips, I tried to make up some time and skipped a lot of the geocaches I had picked out. Got back to I-30 into Little Rock to US-67 towards the northwest.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>When we get to the town of Walnut Ridge, I make a right turn onto US-412 eastbound. It didn't take long before I thought it was a big mistake. CONSTRUCTION TRAFFIC!! My next target cache was still over 40 miles. While waiting for the lane to open back up to proceed, I thought I'd check the nearby geocaches. What do I see but a new geocache hidden on my birthday (June 11), published on the 13th, and STILL yet to be found four days later! I guess it was just waiting for us to pass by! I knew exactly what it was just from name "Dollar Skirt" (<a href="https://coord.info/GC9CMGQ" target="_blank">GC9CMGQ</a>). Found and stamped the blank log sheet! WOHOO a First-to-Find! Thanks for construction traffic!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then we crossed over into Dunklin County, Missouri and made a quick roadside geocaching stop for the county (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3ABN5" target="_blank">GC3ABN5</a>). Next door in Pemiscot County we found a very large geocache with a LOT of favorite points (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1REX7" target="_blank">GC1REX7</a>) to complete the "heal" of Missouri.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Also in the town of Hayti was this restored one-room schoolhouse. The Hayti school building was built in 1874 and was used until 1895. There was a geocache there too but we couldn't find it, as well as several previous geocachers too. It has since been archived.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguG69rLPCrGPIrFdOtO_DM8e9gN_JdS811AAy6AYOVzi3d3EOCq8ZRqDeU7XUuRl0rph4j5kCjWx1OJq7RM20b66Rn6FIYrQxdID1urjAP6vBTH6GE9e3b9I66CPs2cyPP0rW8MnJLieSaNA0QBfeVVPrSm3ST2EbkV3gS0JxqyBLs_snmXRelE_jQIlk/s1356/1e2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1356" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguG69rLPCrGPIrFdOtO_DM8e9gN_JdS811AAy6AYOVzi3d3EOCq8ZRqDeU7XUuRl0rph4j5kCjWx1OJq7RM20b66Rn6FIYrQxdID1urjAP6vBTH6GE9e3b9I66CPs2cyPP0rW8MnJLieSaNA0QBfeVVPrSm3ST2EbkV3gS0JxqyBLs_snmXRelE_jQIlk/w400-h288/1e2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Jumping onto I-55 northbound a few miles into New Madrid County, we soon exit into the town of New Madrid, Missouri. There were three geocaches on my to-do list in town to be found. The first one was at the Byrne-Howard Cemetery (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC2M4Q4" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC2M4Q4</a><b>). The cemetery was established in 1833 with the burial of Morgan Byrne. He was joined by his wife Jane just two years later. This small cemetery has acquired 29 </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>permanent residents between 1933 and 1947.</b></span></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedr8eDFWbZeVpjYPklyfj4p6dkf0K9rBisZeVAbjJ71KsbqBDbt-g8solVnImC_ncZ8vsGUVpH6OO98gHgR04q0cMx_rny_DFBjbir3OndPLxoEKJAClqRnf-85-X2kOZJwU8a0cFx-NXfN11U41XVvoPz6eR38OoWH3igVWwxhmUhJzYk656HnIewmo/s1689/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1689" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgedr8eDFWbZeVpjYPklyfj4p6dkf0K9rBisZeVAbjJ71KsbqBDbt-g8solVnImC_ncZ8vsGUVpH6OO98gHgR04q0cMx_rny_DFBjbir3OndPLxoEKJAClqRnf-85-X2kOZJwU8a0cFx-NXfN11U41XVvoPz6eR38OoWH3igVWwxhmUhJzYk656HnIewmo/w400-h232/1g.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In 1874 Ella, the Hunter's youngest daughter, married William Dawson. Upon Amanda's death in 1876 Ella and William moved into the mansion.
Dawson served three terms in the Missouri State Legislature. In 1884 he was elected to the US House of Representatives. In addition, he served on the planning committee of the 1898 World's Fair in Chicago.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The home did suffer damage during the Great Flood of 1937. (There is a spot in the house where you can see the water mark on the wall.) Descendants of the Hunter family occupied the home until 1958.
In 1966 it was purchased by the city of New Madrid. A year later the city donated the site to the state to use as a state historic site. The home now stands as a testimony to the grand lifestyle of the successful businessman prior to the Civil War.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Speaking of the Civil War, while the Union troops occupied New Madrid, the Confederates controlled passage of the Mississippi River just around the bend upstream on a large island in the middle of the river. This prevented supplies from reaching New Madrid or any Union troops further south. In March of 1862, Colonel Josiah Bissell, commanding the "Engineer Regiment of the West," surveyed land north and east of New Madrid. Bissell found swamps and bottomland inundated with early spring floodwaters and suggested to </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Brigadier General John Pope cutting a canal from north of the island going west into New Madrid allowing steamboats and other ships to bypass the Confederate forces. Pictured below is a submergible saw used to cut down trees below the waterline allowing boats to maneuver through the thick swamps.</b></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMbwpq5rNCOQ1_ANal_yaw1OPihWnR_B4v6qyqUrpzTMHZwe_kcJsYFGiEdGFvrVAk0nHaoAq1h1jFRynrkVns2abL4VLD8JbV4GXBKuKaPI0ElJr3Y6wzBwMv2YslXXiw6-kDSFIvLVTtZ635ZZGalYiWdTxc0wVRUt0hc2qwlTcoy8ORFr4TZWwmek/s1163/1i.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="772" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMbwpq5rNCOQ1_ANal_yaw1OPihWnR_B4v6qyqUrpzTMHZwe_kcJsYFGiEdGFvrVAk0nHaoAq1h1jFRynrkVns2abL4VLD8JbV4GXBKuKaPI0ElJr3Y6wzBwMv2YslXXiw6-kDSFIvLVTtZ635ZZGalYiWdTxc0wVRUt0hc2qwlTcoy8ORFr4TZWwmek/w426-h640/1i.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3SBasd_08tXeWmX6KBslaqVrn7e4SgwpVCVElH2_33Mpap5izBCyKELbJ6aO2QgrMVfOi_GLFrudXdqhTCDXuiGNCXcD8O-3HeGRNJle7-ntR8QhPdfvn7NoC8Aed_BBdO1ceBc8uh4ClsHPlHOw142YsXbB0DJx92iAna61CEo85TUOZGTNIWHf7n8/s2016/1k.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3SBasd_08tXeWmX6KBslaqVrn7e4SgwpVCVElH2_33Mpap5izBCyKELbJ6aO2QgrMVfOi_GLFrudXdqhTCDXuiGNCXcD8O-3HeGRNJle7-ntR8QhPdfvn7NoC8Aed_BBdO1ceBc8uh4ClsHPlHOw142YsXbB0DJx92iAna61CEo85TUOZGTNIWHf7n8/w400-h195/1k.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Island #10 in the Mississippi River</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Backing up a bit for earlier history, New Madrid was the first American town in Missouri. Founded in 1789 by George Morgan, Princeton graduate and Indian trader, on the site of Francois and Joseph Le Sieur's trading settlement. Named for Madrid, Spain, the town was to be an American colony. Morgan was promised 15 million acres by the Spanish ambassador, eager to stop U.S. expansion with large land grants. In 1800, Spain traded the territory back to France in the Third Treaty of San Ildefonso. After trying to regain control of Saint-Domingue (the present Haiti), where a slave rebellion was underway, Napoleon gave up on his North American colonies, agreeing to sell this territory to the United States in 1803 as part of the Louisiana Purchase.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvCCUrBvjB-g9-_0Zy4TOrtm6lWTcafRnqVdwG6JcHEA78IP1LTAcLVfVvszKnraIXIoUU2raDzmtg8ugsdHoQxFjNe1wbMhWNa3uMa4CV_dNUB8Vsl_YvZyGy99kJ_s1PBEPI_j8to0BZHI9XFHVQoZZSogxb7geX_2ZLAXqcw06SMxHptsBdx_Lftg/s1202/1j.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="767" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvCCUrBvjB-g9-_0Zy4TOrtm6lWTcafRnqVdwG6JcHEA78IP1LTAcLVfVvszKnraIXIoUU2raDzmtg8ugsdHoQxFjNe1wbMhWNa3uMa4CV_dNUB8Vsl_YvZyGy99kJ_s1PBEPI_j8to0BZHI9XFHVQoZZSogxb7geX_2ZLAXqcw06SMxHptsBdx_Lftg/w406-h640/1j.jpg" width="406" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>And finally, the New Madrid Earthquake (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1DRVR" target="_blank">GC1DRVR</a>), made up of a series of monstrous and lessor shocks, which began December 16, 1811, and continued for over a year. One of the great earthquakes of the world because of severity and length it caused little loss of life in a thinly settled region. Some of the shocks were felt as far of 1100 miles.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NXipw3wuF2O-Avsn_jMq4F7bLHrzIlb972DIst1-sXoUfBrdK3oAUwYt4Y8s3CoRVwac1lPd0Jrwsw4AMl-QXFEPKNotx5Q5wpASWV1w4mjIXa5VikZ1fTFnODrzMOtHKA9AU_vGSSWB1oRoXAa74IB5d7UMZJdmt9Re6W3JC795XjlRdHJHTG4eA6w/s2016/1k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NXipw3wuF2O-Avsn_jMq4F7bLHrzIlb972DIst1-sXoUfBrdK3oAUwYt4Y8s3CoRVwac1lPd0Jrwsw4AMl-QXFEPKNotx5Q5wpASWV1w4mjIXa5VikZ1fTFnODrzMOtHKA9AU_vGSSWB1oRoXAa74IB5d7UMZJdmt9Re6W3JC795XjlRdHJHTG4eA6w/w400-h196/1k.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">So that's it for today. Tomorrow we see a little more of Missouri before getting into Illinois and Indiana.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></div>
</div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs, AR, USA34.5077615 -93.054600299999996.1975276638211554 -128.2108503 62.817995336178846 -57.89835029999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-22855306162979995232023-08-19T21:36:00.001-05:002023-08-19T21:36:31.187-05:002021-05-30: Visiting the Notorious Bonnie and Clyde Hangouts and Graves in Dallas, Texas<p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Welcome back friends, geocachers, RV'ers, and fellow travelers. On this particular roadtrip adventure, we were passing through Dallas, Texas and decided to take a break from the driving. We set out to retrace some of the stomping grounds of the infamous Bonnie and Clyde with the help of a Geocaching Adventure Lab. The couple became national news figures as they traveled the mid-west from 1932-1934, with their criminal gang during the Great Depression. Just about everyone has heard the story or seen the movies. Now let's go visit some of their hangouts around West Dallas...</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmjFVDljy2oG8bFDBRfYOGpxp4nuUz-tnFWA__KJ7UcAT5P5UQQSa0bp3MqiKTGwMdFvhIqyeLx2ovTM6nMp8JkZHnFDyKpuucd2wACkkLe4-PJlM6RJ25ybX9Grynm77ljCYtpQ4U0yB85_cFHbkuT_Q8Z_KmQhZrOrpYKC9DzQMIYsWOqX-wsDuP-I/s1184/00%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1184" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilmjFVDljy2oG8bFDBRfYOGpxp4nuUz-tnFWA__KJ7UcAT5P5UQQSa0bp3MqiKTGwMdFvhIqyeLx2ovTM6nMp8JkZHnFDyKpuucd2wACkkLe4-PJlM6RJ25ybX9Grynm77ljCYtpQ4U0yB85_cFHbkuT_Q8Z_KmQhZrOrpYKC9DzQMIYsWOqX-wsDuP-I/w400-h330/00%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Clyde Chestnut Barrow was born in 1909 into a poor farming family in Ellis County, Texas, southeast of Dallas. The family moved to Dallas in the early 1920's as part of a wider migration pattern from rural areas to the city, where many settled in the urban slum of West Dallas. The Trinity River Squatter's Camp was the industrial slum along the river bank underneath where the current Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge is now located. Back during the depression, the area you see below was a maze of tents, wagons and makeshift huts, in the mud, without running water, gas, or electricity.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsGVnBIDzSTCVgTQJN2huLnFPQ06i0tr01Vt05CqpcC3X76wuHAUDUcjV0LEt0k_cdRmjcJS_PLv6nyqwY9c5fJB30tCeqezu-KA4Tdh3Nl5eC9xX9ibfeC9gknoPavs0lsunBRLET3Zjr8klbsqahtq819bDBjBWTJJE2OCQL-7N083WiRfu6OFnohA/s1715/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1715" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsGVnBIDzSTCVgTQJN2huLnFPQ06i0tr01Vt05CqpcC3X76wuHAUDUcjV0LEt0k_cdRmjcJS_PLv6nyqwY9c5fJB30tCeqezu-KA4Tdh3Nl5eC9xX9ibfeC9gknoPavs0lsunBRLET3Zjr8klbsqahtq819bDBjBWTJJE2OCQL-7N083WiRfu6OFnohA/w400-h228/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>While living in the squatters camp, the Barrow family collected and sold scrap metal from a mule-pulled cart. A drunk motorist hit and destroyed the cart and killed the mule. With the money awarded to them from the insurance claim, Clyde's parents built the Barrow Star Service Station in Cement City. The family lived in a shack attached to the back of the gas station.</b></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Barrow was first arrested in late 1926, at age 17, after running when police confronted him over a rental car that he had failed to return on time. His second arrest was with his brother Buck soon after, for possession of stolen turkeys. Barrow had some legitimate jobs during 1927 through 1929, but he also cracked safes, robbed stores, and stole cars.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Bonnie Elizabeth Parker was born in 1910 in Rowena, Texas. Her father, Charles Robert Parker, was a bricklayer who died when Bonnie was four years old. Her widowed mother, Emma (Krause) Parker, moved her family back to her parents' home in Cement City, where she worked as a seamstress.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">In her second year in High School, Bonnie met Roy Thornton. The couple dropped out of school and married on September 25, 1926, six days before her 16th birthday. Their marriage was marred by his frequent absences and brushes with the law and proved to be short lived. They never divorced, but their paths never crossed again after January 1929. After she left Thornton, Bonnie moved back in with her mother and worked as a waitress in Dallas. Bonnie briefly kept a diary early in 1929 when she was aged 18, writing of her loneliness, her impatience with life in Dallas, and her love of photography. </b><b style="font-family: arial;">Bonnie was still wearing the wedding ring Thornton had given her when she died. This is a photo of Bonnie's elementary school which still stands today.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WYBI9KzBzfmPhauyVbhbIbI0nscDS7LxsA73GBf8WYlgM0hE_BEz9TDBiJOhqCmC34TDG_75gM73RxA0WWIA9JYRM928xFI8Au4DRsFyrO5pl-KNqK4cH5XEkKlAqz-1NSJQ78xf0SlvzDzO1ZMBI4S9-BhHAQY1Ot_OqKSnSoEHY39RmJVbCNp_yPI/s1744/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1744" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WYBI9KzBzfmPhauyVbhbIbI0nscDS7LxsA73GBf8WYlgM0hE_BEz9TDBiJOhqCmC34TDG_75gM73RxA0WWIA9JYRM928xFI8Au4DRsFyrO5pl-KNqK4cH5XEkKlAqz-1NSJQ78xf0SlvzDzO1ZMBI4S9-BhHAQY1Ot_OqKSnSoEHY39RmJVbCNp_yPI/w400-h226/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />Eagle Ford School</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Clyde met 19-year-old Bonnie through a mutual friend in January 1930, and they spent much time together during the following weeks. Their romance was interrupted when Clyde was arrested and convicted of auto theft and was sent to Eastham Prison Farm in April 1930 at the age of 21. He escaped from the prison farm shortly after his incarceration using a weapon Bonnie smuggled to him. He was recaptured shortly after and sent back to prison.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Clyde committed his first murder in prison of another inmate, with a pipe crushing his skull, in retaliation for repeatedly sexually assaulting him. Another inmate who was already serving a life sentence claimed responsibility. In order to avoid hard labor in the fields, Clyde purposely had two of his toes amputated in late January 1932, either by another inmate or by himself. Because of this he walked with a limp for the rest of his life. What he didn't know however, his mother had already successfully petitioned for his release and he was set free six days after his intentional injury. He was paroled from Eastham on February 2, 1932, now a hardened and bitter criminal. His sister, Marie said, "Something awful sure must have happened to him in prison because he wasn't the same person when he got out."</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">On January 6, 1933, officers were staking out this house owned by Lilly McBride, sister of one of the Barrow Gang members. A shootout occurred around midnight and Clyde killed 52-year-old Tarrant County Deputy Sheriff Malcom S. Davis beside the front porch.</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDf34DPKJoZ43KY-IbRHW98DEpGBENBbzKAkmsh8Ejvq58PVVjLg3UBGwWwoVCgJ-PmzoNLNxnQdrbFEzfrU6_DVJ7gpibdKyr4rzTk4UKnrKDO0BF0ilZjpZpILvrLfWkWrpNXRb0s0UdS-G8H-rI6W4hbxOSXoewqDX813eQ67wvDY6vPNoZNVUQplM/s1748/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1748" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDf34DPKJoZ43KY-IbRHW98DEpGBENBbzKAkmsh8Ejvq58PVVjLg3UBGwWwoVCgJ-PmzoNLNxnQdrbFEzfrU6_DVJ7gpibdKyr4rzTk4UKnrKDO0BF0ilZjpZpILvrLfWkWrpNXRb0s0UdS-G8H-rI6W4hbxOSXoewqDX813eQ67wvDY6vPNoZNVUQplM/w400-h224/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now surrounded by a golf course, this is the Eagle Ford Road Bridge. Back in 1933, this area was known as the "Devil's Back Porch." This once isolated area of West Dallas was rarely policed and is where Bonnie and Clyde often were hiding out in their stolen cars. It was also a gathering place for their family and friends to come and visit with the wanted outlaws.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUk39R1hBd2pN1j-Eji3-ffONPBrl460DudPFtKXcuOrLJj0xX4xpZxxL7P3BBRqfK0U73XZ_LOx_LQX1HRewp8NBnU6toiflALnX5o34QhQqtmZNjpGnW-5Q6dmod37WlLV7k0JvGpB6-vvWoi_cXn0ZPLTqCmtPRDQCwdwoDlWHuKHjhE4woWVebbI/s2016/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUk39R1hBd2pN1j-Eji3-ffONPBrl460DudPFtKXcuOrLJj0xX4xpZxxL7P3BBRqfK0U73XZ_LOx_LQX1HRewp8NBnU6toiflALnX5o34QhQqtmZNjpGnW-5Q6dmod37WlLV7k0JvGpB6-vvWoi_cXn0ZPLTqCmtPRDQCwdwoDlWHuKHjhE4woWVebbI/w400-h196/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In May of 1934, a posse of six officers from Texas and Louisiana had followed the trail of Bonnie and Clyde to the Bienville Parish. The setup an ambush along Louisiana State Highway 154 south of Gibsland. At approximately 9:15 am on the morning of May 23rd, the couple came speeding down the road in a Ford Deluxe V-8 Sedan, Clyde's preferred stolen car of choice. The officers immediately opened fire and began unloading about 130 rounds towards the car. In the end, there where 112 bullet holes in the vehicle. Seventeen rounds found their way into Clyde's body and 26 into Bonnie.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Belo Mansion was built in the 1890's by Colonel A. H. Belo, founder of the Dallas Morning News. The mansion was later leased to funeral home operators George Loudermilk and Will Sparkman. The body of Clyde Barrow's bullet riddled body was laid out in the parlor for public viewing. Approximately 20,000 people came from all over to file past and get a glimpse of this notorious outlaw's remains. Today, this building is the current home of the Dallas Bar Association and Law Review.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguIwCBewCZS-S5_Lr_u-En_SFG2p6B_yLDFJwSI9lmzsvUELbdf6kSn4416poE6C_xkQG_P0kROfGzdd6OnWw15atY6DZ7QcAW0EXx_CgDcQabmNXMK5yfoxgJ3aQeWFig1eyfl5uzA-w002GOthufSW6jvx9s06MnLZCu0r8UlsXdyPn8W-yQChqlvU/s1619/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="1619" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguIwCBewCZS-S5_Lr_u-En_SFG2p6B_yLDFJwSI9lmzsvUELbdf6kSn4416poE6C_xkQG_P0kROfGzdd6OnWw15atY6DZ7QcAW0EXx_CgDcQabmNXMK5yfoxgJ3aQeWFig1eyfl5uzA-w002GOthufSW6jvx9s06MnLZCu0r8UlsXdyPn8W-yQChqlvU/w400-h242/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Even though it was Bonnie and Clyde's wish to be buried together, the Parker family refused. Clyde Barrow's funeral was at sunset on May 25th at the Western Heights Cemetery next to his brother Marvin where they share a single headstone. There's a geocache hidden nearby (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7K52N" target="_blank">GC7K52N</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SwSksi_rytnJt1P09qsWvSDWl75CIYZM2szexfQOCx-AZyYk2dMDvyiNibtruLXs2BQtx3GYW4u5WtrE7o1BHH9F1G6BzCMqkIiD824Vo0u2D4yYOxgOE6JsMGk8GR7pkDaQm8dJQStubtZerWDzn8z6AD9ezSusrWmCoDHWYo1QKOh2ra1p0Jtpa6Q/s1605/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1605" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SwSksi_rytnJt1P09qsWvSDWl75CIYZM2szexfQOCx-AZyYk2dMDvyiNibtruLXs2BQtx3GYW4u5WtrE7o1BHH9F1G6BzCMqkIiD824Vo0u2D4yYOxgOE6JsMGk8GR7pkDaQm8dJQStubtZerWDzn8z6AD9ezSusrWmCoDHWYo1QKOh2ra1p0Jtpa6Q/w400-h244/1ae.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Bonnie Parker was laid to rest the following day on the 26th in the Fishtrap Cemetery. Her body was later moved in 1945 to the new Crown Hill Cemetery in Dallas where you can also find another geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC596A" target="_blank">GC596A</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qx4fAfqNVLEKHNVXV0ZuJDsiRMqs9rZc6J6kIy8UdpLen4pit6Etr1rocCBYmknHdcJQ1ltLBcTv8MpZEu6p_SiytzJMPNPAGRlKk7gK-wldoGTjZAQVbpm4Hjzw5kspSowfrAGygAk_bZfnPv1tuhGZ79qUQQCWm5VgxhCLU0kakLNSWTtp1U7yX7A/s1853/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="971" data-original-width="1853" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qx4fAfqNVLEKHNVXV0ZuJDsiRMqs9rZc6J6kIy8UdpLen4pit6Etr1rocCBYmknHdcJQ1ltLBcTv8MpZEu6p_SiytzJMPNPAGRlKk7gK-wldoGTjZAQVbpm4Hjzw5kspSowfrAGygAk_bZfnPv1tuhGZ79qUQQCWm5VgxhCLU0kakLNSWTtp1U7yX7A/w400-h210/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So that was our quick historical tour around Dallas, Texas and Bonnie & Clyde's stomping grounds and final resting place. One of these days when passing through Primm, Nevada, we'll have to stop by Whiskey Pete's Hotel and Casino to see the bullet riddled Ford Deluxe V-8 there on display.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></span></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com2Dallas, TX, USA32.7766642 -96.7969878999999914.4664303638211535 -131.95323789999998 61.086898036178845 -61.640737899999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-61643373559707486582023-07-23T11:17:00.000-05:002023-07-23T11:17:00.828-05:002021-05-29: A Weekend Roadtrip up to Oklahoma's Ouachita National Forest and the Talimena National Scenic Byway<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Well we had a 3-day weekend, so I decided another quick geocaching roadtrip in the GeoJeep was just what we needed. After a little research I discovered the Talimena National Scenic Byway located up in southeast Oklahoma and the Ouachita National Forest. There's geocaching, offroad Jeep trails, and lots of scenic views. So we drove up from Central Texas yesterday and today we went for a drive. Follow along as we explore what I called the "Blue Ridge Parkway" of the mid-west...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitO6JT1Q2HrInMISg7mqxFwy8ewzLHc2gUFE_ZR25S33_5oSRkGXRUm0yRVw819uSo4aeoNcgopnvLeD1rFlL72mcZKwZIWAA5YxSGhc33v8U13PQ9not93RPBIDLOHiPucfzF-DkID495QiJmPJGFJAtTGhd6TVYnJYhDlk_h3z8Q0HckD15JZe-kiQ/s2016/00b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitO6JT1Q2HrInMISg7mqxFwy8ewzLHc2gUFE_ZR25S33_5oSRkGXRUm0yRVw819uSo4aeoNcgopnvLeD1rFlL72mcZKwZIWAA5YxSGhc33v8U13PQ9not93RPBIDLOHiPucfzF-DkID495QiJmPJGFJAtTGhd6TVYnJYhDlk_h3z8Q0HckD15JZe-kiQ/w400-h196/00b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Starting out in the town of McAlester in Pittsburg County, our first geocache was at the Oakhill Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3Q1R1" target="_blank">GC3Q1R1</a>). There were well over 16,000 burials here dating back to 1863. East of town, closer to Richville, is the Carbon Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC425CH" target="_blank">GC425CH</a>). This one is a bit smaller with less than 200 internments and even fewer remaining headstones.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OsV_TGD9Y0iLNYv-Bdb--DO60CnRM_bixvbmDUw8Wd4TsT2tojSR8cD2DPZ8-Wp-3r4jVP71oSU_rFS8so8bcuF2SooW2nGkgZmiHRXD4q2kxcZ-D80zBTmulT857jNFyy-LIQKCbKYEYqpKtqwjBmS7f-YoZHh75fpGr0n2-liltp2chNb3N-LmOr0/s2016/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OsV_TGD9Y0iLNYv-Bdb--DO60CnRM_bixvbmDUw8Wd4TsT2tojSR8cD2DPZ8-Wp-3r4jVP71oSU_rFS8so8bcuF2SooW2nGkgZmiHRXD4q2kxcZ-D80zBTmulT857jNFyy-LIQKCbKYEYqpKtqwjBmS7f-YoZHh75fpGr0n2-liltp2chNb3N-LmOr0/w400-h196/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Taking the rural backroads of Highway 1 into Latimer County, we soon encounter the Higgins Hitching Post geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6N344" target="_blank">GC6N344</a>) and two more at the Mountain Station Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC74MF4" target="_blank">GC74MF4</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC77XHN" target="_blank">GC77XHN</a>). These were near the Overland-Butterfield Stage Route. The cemetery's earliest grave dates back to 1859. Andrew Mackey was killed in a stage coach wreck on a return from a California gold field.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Passing by Buffalo Mountain, we drove up to the top for our next geocache (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC3D0EJ" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC3D0EJ</a><b>). I didn't find the cache cause I wasn't up for bushwhacking at the time. But it was well worth the drive up as this is a spot used frequently by hang gliders and the views are spectacular.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO47-izn4SUjpGHjSB7C-o1qsqhqawfSphJYNp3fbKEcW8TqBcbn-HNVr-9c8e_3KSIkVSNJUAgdovhPRfMiaYdow69o-t7sJsYQvVs3snqEfpop6U-B0IhZG4CGzX8xkkwGKzIQr-mNgRSdP4KPOFGlTTRFFogQSi10bL_UYC5EFLvDVb_CQumXJxN8g/s2016/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO47-izn4SUjpGHjSB7C-o1qsqhqawfSphJYNp3fbKEcW8TqBcbn-HNVr-9c8e_3KSIkVSNJUAgdovhPRfMiaYdow69o-t7sJsYQvVs3snqEfpop6U-B0IhZG4CGzX8xkkwGKzIQr-mNgRSdP4KPOFGlTTRFFogQSi10bL_UYC5EFLvDVb_CQumXJxN8g/w400-h196/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Talimena Scenic Byway is a 54 mile drive through the Ouachita National Forest from Talihina, Oklahoma (OK-1) to Mena, Arkansas (AR-88). Let's begin the drive and take on the scenic vistas.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh8IP5QWRbN-BRr4BTnoHOjbSoxFDxGATHBdradS8csAvdDHErklwirrZFVntG00lKgjgq4WsckAjPCPDT3Q5pYOB_QwWSbTeSKWHpn-HzIG3yBL4jcFmmtvDnEs5a2YbajUhGJyo-QXbtIvxqIrpNgbYY4-sAR-MKF7wrcpkvVOkH1IiN7-tddWS4mM/s1488/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="1426" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh8IP5QWRbN-BRr4BTnoHOjbSoxFDxGATHBdradS8csAvdDHErklwirrZFVntG00lKgjgq4WsckAjPCPDT3Q5pYOB_QwWSbTeSKWHpn-HzIG3yBL4jcFmmtvDnEs5a2YbajUhGJyo-QXbtIvxqIrpNgbYY4-sAR-MKF7wrcpkvVOkH1IiN7-tddWS4mM/w384-h400/1ac.jpg" width="384" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>It didn't take long to get to the first roadside pull-off and geocache at the Choctaw Vista (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1GNDE" target="_blank">GC1GNDE</a>). A few people parked and taking in the scenery. Lucky for us none were interested in the ammo can geocache in the woods.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A few hundred feet and across the highway is parking for the Choctaw National Trail and another geocache with a bit of historical value (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCVKB6" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCVKB6</a><b>). After a short 0.2 mile hike from the parking area, I got about as good a photo as I can get of this nearly 200 year old road, abandoned, forgotten, and being reclaimed by nature. The Fort Smith to Fort Towson Military Road was constructed by hand in 1832 by the U.S. Army under the command of Capt John Stuart of the 7th Infantry. It extends over 130 miles of rugged terrain through the Choctaw Nation.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WUhHl_mGWzLLkaOB7ehSnc3STqe7EZzhd2WYbRUBa6G-A2FR61B12Lw8uKAA3-AI9c-Wtw_VWdndISDnwYVHKxRWSrgQHVqgUd7iDJQl5ARWVUsdJpWlVapFbkAagjHfQRCpgKv7O_HtXTw4nF2PMEI_UgEFE8oO9E2TQYaQ9jejFI4ZTXhK5y70AGk/s1224/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1224" data-original-width="723" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WUhHl_mGWzLLkaOB7ehSnc3STqe7EZzhd2WYbRUBa6G-A2FR61B12Lw8uKAA3-AI9c-Wtw_VWdndISDnwYVHKxRWSrgQHVqgUd7iDJQl5ARWVUsdJpWlVapFbkAagjHfQRCpgKv7O_HtXTw4nF2PMEI_UgEFE8oO9E2TQYaQ9jejFI4ZTXhK5y70AGk/w378-h640/1ae.jpg" width="378" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The road was originally used to relocate the Choctaw people to their new home in Indian Territory and to move supplies and troops between Fort Towson in Oklahoma and Fort Smith in Arkansas. Robert E. Lee, General Zachary Taylor, Ulysses S. Grant, and other famous figures used the road. Travelers from Poteau, Wister and Talihina used the road until about 1930.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our new roadside scenic view was at the Holson Valley Vista. Snapped some more photos and grabbed another geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCXA75" target="_blank">GCXA75</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4Wqk9HIm-JkSxDkDyKsURvMWMsSrWFC1IMPYrxf7_68OJ8RumKlNqgI9Ku9-o5ymJPa2f0tIiujLJIXEIQbXk_uaSYkNXW70IA6Lu48o9HKcN9JsesDmkbbpZl-Fxuj5sjzB6i3TNQpnWFOP8YalFSRosP_6KPNFSRyEliR4vaDrYkxFbEZItoC1FN0/s2016/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4Wqk9HIm-JkSxDkDyKsURvMWMsSrWFC1IMPYrxf7_68OJ8RumKlNqgI9Ku9-o5ymJPa2f0tIiujLJIXEIQbXk_uaSYkNXW70IA6Lu48o9HKcN9JsesDmkbbpZl-Fxuj5sjzB6i3TNQpnWFOP8YalFSRosP_6KPNFSRyEliR4vaDrYkxFbEZItoC1FN0/w400-h196/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Next was the Panorama Vista, though with so many people at this stop I just wandered into the woods and grabbed the geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCVKAG" target="_blank">GCVKAG</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Soon after though there was another scenic vista and we once again stopped to view it. One legend has it that Deadman Vista got its name from many years ago when horse thieves were caught on a nearby trail. With justice swift back in those days, the thieves were hung from an oak tree in a nearby gap. Here's Candy taking pics at the scene and reading the historical markers.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYPoGcH1W8MO8FoqDcJzAz8wcaSzD4QdFGwQjxZasx-HtE0G0bwUWwyP0S5Q5c7I_znIOmK82WZNqzoKfo8okw6QfhUoGs7Q7yym4ipLbg_X3LfOCfnv2SZn9T07Xlm1ZdS70DMPvDdaWJvHCtDElsDU4soawlVYyX2paSMNbQKyAkf3zs2oAuNGlPME/s2016/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYPoGcH1W8MO8FoqDcJzAz8wcaSzD4QdFGwQjxZasx-HtE0G0bwUWwyP0S5Q5c7I_znIOmK82WZNqzoKfo8okw6QfhUoGs7Q7yym4ipLbg_X3LfOCfnv2SZn9T07Xlm1ZdS70DMPvDdaWJvHCtDElsDU4soawlVYyX2paSMNbQKyAkf3zs2oAuNGlPME/w400-h196/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>This wasn't one of the scenic vista's, but after passing through here, I just had to have a photo. Drove a few miles to a spot I could make a u-turn. Then passed through again until I could find another spot for another u-turn. Then, safely parking off the road, I proceeded to take several photos. Oh, if only I still had my Corvette and traffic blocked for miles at both ends!</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiASsVvQ48310suahn_esoz36Br2NW6kjYrRuEBOzUbu3P2gGqjD6dS5RZwdwcx8qb9ne9nS12tWifci75a2_Treoo9LuXc185RcQ-953lvYLL2mPn1oqv2MF7yiKaNsBisJvndf5zv3migyE-jwyR0GZ2DKpL5R7IDSI5d3QPSX-gKPzwUPWMsRaf26I/s1210/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="719" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiASsVvQ48310suahn_esoz36Br2NW6kjYrRuEBOzUbu3P2gGqjD6dS5RZwdwcx8qb9ne9nS12tWifci75a2_Treoo9LuXc185RcQ-953lvYLL2mPn1oqv2MF7yiKaNsBisJvndf5zv3migyE-jwyR0GZ2DKpL5R7IDSI5d3QPSX-gKPzwUPWMsRaf26I/w381-h640/1d.jpg" width="381" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Upon reaching the north/south road of US259, we took a little side trip to the south. I like finding old abandoned sections of roads and bridges. And this "Lost Highway" geocache brought me right to one (<a href="https://coord.info/GC34XWB" target="_blank">GC34XWB</a>). Safely pulling off onto the shoulder of US259 and taking a short hike along the old road alignment I found the old single lane bridge which crossed Big Cedar Creek almost completely reclaimed by nature.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbac92t1Otpz_s1pV9-xhd9U4Up1S1F2FEjJ3ptnuZdLxrReaczv5_vsz9bJQWotAffPnCXq7HEmhAoxuujW4bS0vxSQFxlLb0gam_UBe-riJAdGRaWFM0XICw8L_bS4PE3FQavRB0HwHHAGiej_cPj-Z6PL4yKwEswa8yGQeA7ITpyo2BupeWNc4vgI/s2016/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbac92t1Otpz_s1pV9-xhd9U4Up1S1F2FEjJ3ptnuZdLxrReaczv5_vsz9bJQWotAffPnCXq7HEmhAoxuujW4bS0vxSQFxlLb0gam_UBe-riJAdGRaWFM0XICw8L_bS4PE3FQavRB0HwHHAGiej_cPj-Z6PL4yKwEswa8yGQeA7ITpyo2BupeWNc4vgI/w400-h196/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A few miles further down US259 is the Pipe Springs geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC40Z2M" target="_blank">GC40Z2M</a>). Pipe Springs dates back to the 1920's when the Oklahoma-Rich Mountain Railroad built a fifteen mile spur from Page, Oklahoma to the new sawmill town of Pine Valley. The railroad workers drove a pipe into the ground to get water to supply their needs. It also provided clean fresh water to the loggers on the mountain.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJF4bOXlDKFRGtatth_LkPMhU-1OJfzyJ1GcU9YPYxeojbpEWaQjOFRoRq167AKwUxdAU3W1nqBth-dFWGyK20Pxk2ms8Wl6AouczKrsOBQ7eBcaTgIQk_06dRZsfo8Cuft4jNmA4P5jFKBEzca7A3OBysYo-vCd-qZn0K4B7iVizmJuM1vNPdKhbAtw/s1244/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1244" data-original-width="724" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJF4bOXlDKFRGtatth_LkPMhU-1OJfzyJ1GcU9YPYxeojbpEWaQjOFRoRq167AKwUxdAU3W1nqBth-dFWGyK20Pxk2ms8Wl6AouczKrsOBQ7eBcaTgIQk_06dRZsfo8Cuft4jNmA4P5jFKBEzca7A3OBysYo-vCd-qZn0K4B7iVizmJuM1vNPdKhbAtw/w371-h640/1e.jpg" width="371" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So now to get back to the Talimena Scenic Byway, I could have just made a u-turn and gone back north on US259 and re-see what we just saw. Nope, we got to keep moving forward and discovering new things. Plus we got the GeoJeep! Right next to the pipe spring was this 2-track Jeep trail going east and reconnecting to Talimena. I can never remember to turn on the video for the entire trails, but here's a short clip:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='392' height='326' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyOVJblE5rEKtGH6ilXHL4qjz0HQ6xYxDFvM4EvLd2Nm_uz9bePO0V_Nwp2-caN7nuoJT5nL0I-vCj-EgGekw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Back on the scenic byway, we make our way over to our next virtual geocache at the Kerr Nature Center (<a href="https://coord.info/GCH896" target="_blank">GCH896</a>). But it was closed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Moving right along down to the Sunset Point Vista. At this scenic view parking area there were two earthcaches (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3R2NE" target="_blank">GC3R2NE</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GCZ8ZT" target="_blank">GCZ8ZT</a>) and a traditional geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2JRG5" target="_blank">GC2JRG5</a>). The earthcaches focused on the folds of the earth and the glaciers that were in this region. The traditional was a short hike up the hill where I took this photo looking back at the GeoJeep.</span></div></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjK5Tq7lTJM1XFCS_pN5AYLgDNdc_E8Thss_sL71MHAii5DulUQvSWeWa8reYFyPJwMIjFv-imnu8BL5gZ_je5Bdc2j7h0MvZywioJPiLLOCOyBXrjjpG4hE2QLOzw8eWntcfypb98p6AApQIECPsIZIFf1C3wtADJloxkMLAmae837OVYqpVpRFjM9uo/s2016/1e2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjK5Tq7lTJM1XFCS_pN5AYLgDNdc_E8Thss_sL71MHAii5DulUQvSWeWa8reYFyPJwMIjFv-imnu8BL5gZ_je5Bdc2j7h0MvZywioJPiLLOCOyBXrjjpG4hE2QLOzw8eWntcfypb98p6AApQIECPsIZIFf1C3wtADJloxkMLAmae837OVYqpVpRFjM9uo/w400-h196/1e2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So the plan was to drive all the way across the Scenic Byway over to Mena, Arkansas. But it is already nearing 5:00 PM and we haven't even reached the Oklahoma-Arkansas State Line yet. After too more geocaches at the Kiamichi Valley Vista (<a href="https://coord.info/GCTXYH" target="_blank">GCTXYH</a>) and Chaha Vista (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8HT2Z" target="_blank">GC8HT2Z</a>), I decide that it's best to go ahead and backtrack to US259 heading south.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We arrive at the Three Sticks Monument virtual geocache (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC69F2" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC69F2</a><b>). The dedication sign at Three Sticks says they symbolize land, wood and water. It recognizes U.S. Sen. Robert S. Kerr, U.S. Sen. Mike Monroney, U.S. Rep. Carl Albert, Gov. Raymond Gary and R.G. Miller for their contributions to conservation in southeastern Oklahoma. It's too bad the vandals have to put their graffiti all over it.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmjq_fOjejGxv3wkhRmGP8ZwSP2AYADctHquNnEtG58KNWoflk3Bsed14TPzX34pHpfpm1kVChAyJ9re_D4LEtrAxq2mwfA5g9o6_GcHKAvKnXdQh4b6DI5yHAh7PXaAnCcUuoiHBR4U4T2nQLpLnvXUC5oy-VBxeeLEA3QS70GFWOI7Qfdope432v9Y/s1731/1g2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1731" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmjq_fOjejGxv3wkhRmGP8ZwSP2AYADctHquNnEtG58KNWoflk3Bsed14TPzX34pHpfpm1kVChAyJ9re_D4LEtrAxq2mwfA5g9o6_GcHKAvKnXdQh4b6DI5yHAh7PXaAnCcUuoiHBR4U4T2nQLpLnvXUC5oy-VBxeeLEA3QS70GFWOI7Qfdope432v9Y/w400-h226/1g2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">That's our journey across most of the Talimena National Scenic Byway. I hope you enjoyed it and perhaps added it to your "To-Do" list the next time you're in SE Oklahoma.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. And there's also my main website at <a href="http://AwayWeGo.US">AwayWeGo.US</a> for the complete index of my traveling adventures going back to 2005. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></div>
<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Talimena Scenic Dr, Arkansas 71953, USA34.6017992 -94.2433576.3965330570731034 -129.399607 62.807065342926904 -59.087107tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-49510806049427751872023-07-01T18:14:00.006-05:002023-07-01T18:15:30.666-05:002021-04-02: Day 11 Finishing Route 66 in Oklahoma and Turning South into Texas and Returning Home<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Well finally we've reached the eleventh and last day of our roadtrip adventure. We started out in Maiden, NC in what Google said would take 18 hours and 1210 miles to drive to Killeen, TX. Now here we are starting our 11th day in Oklahoma City, following the famous Route 66, and soon to be making that left turn down into Texas. On this final day we found more Route 66 roadside attractions, more historic buildings and bridges, a ghost town and of course more geocaching counties! So without further delay, hope on board for the ride and let me show you what great places we found today...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj0udF8dbcl3YZO-RX6aMnU1u1-rpqC9HTKYK7xQG8OCTGrLH73Afpce9UojEpCuuDiNEDsm6dMgIcpbVL2--Os6-m61BFk7kb37lTvcJWSHDIMnQ1B-pA1yF88kAxWj_9XbI441SAOEZxam4d4IKDisGBlxL4BqEV8_YbCQTq5tmqSIQffRrjR9q/s1600/00a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1600" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj0udF8dbcl3YZO-RX6aMnU1u1-rpqC9HTKYK7xQG8OCTGrLH73Afpce9UojEpCuuDiNEDsm6dMgIcpbVL2--Os6-m61BFk7kb37lTvcJWSHDIMnQ1B-pA1yF88kAxWj_9XbI441SAOEZxam4d4IKDisGBlxL4BqEV8_YbCQTq5tmqSIQffRrjR9q/w400-h244/00a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first stop was for the Osiyo Big Cherokee geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC96K4R" target="_blank">GC96K4R</a>). Located at the Cherokee Trading Post and Travel Center, it was a busy place. Lots of muggles prevented us from finding this geocache. Fortunately I found a previous geocache here, now archived, and already had the county.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVuym6_8TePzlHpimz0-stABhTc4ByECOmbo98AcIp2IhqGYr7OtaGO1H31LJ-2uCOW0GrTzOjqIj0aKD12v9fM7h-gK2b63USEHKCkeO7g8gyDpkmOfU-iezU9O1ZjOf3eNHztFo6cJv4zJaEK5IinpOwmyB_jYCzz7-PLFz-cdkxQIsElIi-Ab1/s1077/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1077" data-original-width="773" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVuym6_8TePzlHpimz0-stABhTc4ByECOmbo98AcIp2IhqGYr7OtaGO1H31LJ-2uCOW0GrTzOjqIj0aKD12v9fM7h-gK2b63USEHKCkeO7g8gyDpkmOfU-iezU9O1ZjOf3eNHztFo6cJv4zJaEK5IinpOwmyB_jYCzz7-PLFz-cdkxQIsElIi-Ab1/w288-h400/1a.jpg" width="288" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On the side of one of the buildings there was this huge mural and statue depicting a scene from life here in the 1800's. This is just a small portion of that mural.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ3kxMQG3zR5hOR2X1kJH-jOC8-a9M02FfAWTKt06qRXgsMHcPlYrqU6xgAY6lqTmBRQUZi_5C-Iqa9M7io8xZxh1GgOiX-f7pXdi-j8sYQHPWEnJpKLFI45a5sO5qIAFmyulIWpKqDoJBlxQIaO19Oiz-fsiu4Z6_CZ8j_wW84ikISb2mXlxABS0/s1770/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1770" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZ3kxMQG3zR5hOR2X1kJH-jOC8-a9M02FfAWTKt06qRXgsMHcPlYrqU6xgAY6lqTmBRQUZi_5C-Iqa9M7io8xZxh1GgOiX-f7pXdi-j8sYQHPWEnJpKLFI45a5sO5qIAFmyulIWpKqDoJBlxQIaO19Oiz-fsiu4Z6_CZ8j_wW84ikISb2mXlxABS0/w400-h222/1aa.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Just a few miles west down Old U.S. Highway 66 into Caddo County, and we get to another one of my favorite historical structures. The Pony Bridge (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8YAQ7" target="_blank">GC8YAQ7</a>) is the longest bridge on Route 66 at 3,944 feet. A joint venture Oklahoma Federal Aid Project No. 164-H and officially named the William H. Murray Bridge, it spans across the South Canadian River and was completed on July 1, 1933. It was nicknamed the "Pony Bridge" because of its 38 pony style trusses.</b></span></div><br />
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the cashier of the bank, Ben Kiehn, was killed and Fletcher
Rickard was wounded and died later the same day. Simpson
escaped and was never caught. The granite cornerstones and
granite "Bank" stone are part of the Bessie Memorial Park.</b></span></div><br />
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It was left in disrepair until the Kiowa county historical preservation society acquired it in 1987. After many hours of volunteer work and money it was reopened as a museum.</b></span></div><br />
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The school was rebuilt and was used to point the way to safer county schools nationwide. This tragic event is the reason all school doors open outward.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our next two geocaches were in Tillman County at the Frederick Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7A74B" target="_blank">GC7A74B</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC2HNE8" target="_blank">GC2HNE8</a>). There are over 12,000 internments dating back to 1844. We didn't have time to look around so just finding the geocaches, a photo, and back on the road.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-viE4FgqAM60BlZkESWaSeFkVrhGm2lS-eWmKBqwT6YALwyeoHNNXcF-Jf5RFVd3m16WQqo2xpB31dDkaTuLX9zsB5cs4Sm6PdEdzSbUWV2ubvQpV3vBXgI3ZMY_E6g83EXs2mIK-xtxR31r6gYQiCXzKMiR-bcwSBu9VcXFTm_VRNT6P3u7HXaA/s2016/1gg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-viE4FgqAM60BlZkESWaSeFkVrhGm2lS-eWmKBqwT6YALwyeoHNNXcF-Jf5RFVd3m16WQqo2xpB31dDkaTuLX9zsB5cs4Sm6PdEdzSbUWV2ubvQpV3vBXgI3ZMY_E6g83EXs2mIK-xtxR31r6gYQiCXzKMiR-bcwSBu9VcXFTm_VRNT6P3u7HXaA/w400-h196/1gg.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I wrote a blog a while back specifically about this town of Gilliland. I tell of the town's history and share a lot of photos of some of the abandoned businesses and houses. You can take a look and read the stories by clicking <a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2021/05/exploring-history-of-gilliland-texas.html">here</a>.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouRvIxPVY1LnRg8ZiBdYqPhC2urKMue4qXw-Xt1SFhiCj05xh32gqAxlXJLcdo8njcFWQX4jY3lpPGpeIEZtZTiKPMKPti1cbUk3AHtV0TKk6zR3Q1u7m12qHB8J1fCic6QDjcZWVt_oR-oj1jvclq5BWgGJpD_yMF2yVeN9ee5N8NwlBDffIeS-6/s2016/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouRvIxPVY1LnRg8ZiBdYqPhC2urKMue4qXw-Xt1SFhiCj05xh32gqAxlXJLcdo8njcFWQX4jY3lpPGpeIEZtZTiKPMKPti1cbUk3AHtV0TKk6zR3Q1u7m12qHB8J1fCic6QDjcZWVt_oR-oj1jvclq5BWgGJpD_yMF2yVeN9ee5N8NwlBDffIeS-6/w400-h196/1h.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So that was our 11 Day, 3404 Mile Adventure starting in North Carolina and returning to Texas. Taking the long northerly route of course! Here's a recap with links to each days blog post:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/09/2021-03-23-turning-1400-mile-drive-into.html">Day #1</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Turning a 1400 Mile Drive into a 3404 Mile Road Trip! Day 1 in North Carolina and Virginia</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/10/2021-03-24-turning-1400-mile-drive-into.html">Day #2</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Virginia, DC, Maryland, and Pennsylvania</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/10/2021-03-25-day-3-of-turning-1400-mile.html">Day #3</a>: Maryland, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Ohio</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/11/2021-03-26-day-4-of-turning-1400-mile.html">Day #4</a>: Ohio and Indiana</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/12/2021-03-27-visiting-birthplace-of-ben-hur.html">Day #5</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Visiting the Birthplace of Ben Hur in Indiana</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/12/2021-03-28-visiting-presidents-lincoln-reagan.html">Day #6</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Visiting Presidents Lincoln and Reagan in Illinois</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/03/2021-03-29-touring-more-abraham-lincoln.html">Day #7</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Touring More Abraham Lincoln and Route 66 Sites in Illinois</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/03/2021-03-30-visiting-history-in-st-louis.html">Day #8</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Visiting history in St Louis, Missouri via Route 66 and the Gateway Arch</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/04/2021-03-31-exploring-historic-route-66.html">Day #9</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Exploring the Historic Route 66 Through Missouri</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2023/05/2021-04-01-cruising-route-66-through-kansas-oklahoma.html">Day #10</a>: </b></span><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b>Cruising Route 66 Through Kansas and Oklahoma</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. 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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Oklahoma, USA35.0077519 -97.0928776.6975180638211569 -132.249127 63.317985736178848 -61.936627tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-7755048917950428922023-05-24T15:52:00.002-05:002023-05-31T19:42:40.653-05:002021-04-01: Cruising Route 66 Through Kansas and Oklahoma on Day 10 of Our 3400 Mile Roadtrip Adventure<p></p>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Today was a very busy day. We continued to follow the historical Route 66 through the corner of Kansas and all the way down to Oklahoma City. There were many roadside attractions to see, many geocaches to find, and some new counties to get, and we tried to visit as many as we could. But we still had to put some miles behind us as our goal is to eventually get down into Texas for the next work project. So join us in the GeoJeep while we share the history and photos from "The Mother Road."</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGXiUniVeuADPyBEzdcTUhrKI1dpmJxZvE1T-aUoWlvhUCG-GYa5kx9Kh-wCDFSpPL48w0tkYjQhuF-uHQFSeUoQ1Tb-nTdyZepA5PmJ2lYUx4XZOy7rk2NRnlhepx03g_LC9C6HzGBI_ojsTjET29_1dwxRpIqQ0laJYBTn7kqrxKc-GPtmnTQ8fe/s2016/00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGXiUniVeuADPyBEzdcTUhrKI1dpmJxZvE1T-aUoWlvhUCG-GYa5kx9Kh-wCDFSpPL48w0tkYjQhuF-uHQFSeUoQ1Tb-nTdyZepA5PmJ2lYUx4XZOy7rk2NRnlhepx03g_LC9C6HzGBI_ojsTjET29_1dwxRpIqQ0laJYBTn7kqrxKc-GPtmnTQ8fe/w400-h195/00.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After leaving Joplin with coffee and breakfast, our first geocaching stop was in Kansas... wait no... Oklahoma... or is it Missouri? I guess it depends on where you stand, or park, or... well you get the idea. The virtual geocache (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC6F6D" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC6F6D</a><b>) technically is located in Oklahoma. The stone monument you see was erected in 1938 to mark the spot determined way back in 1857 as the Tri-State intersection. Sadly it had been vandalized, graffitied, and the original plaques stolen. Over the years it had been determined that the monument was off by 50 feet. In 2004, the Missouri Association of County Surveyors rectified the error with a "stand-in-three-states" plaque on the ground marking the correct location. I think this is my third tri-state corner marker that I've been to.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNbgAmgtJXoXO0qrqyza6CAFBrOnsGFZRcGN0DJeEq5R--q3VmmYjZqO9rrylRjrhtJ-nhQelf8Q4pmGs0cPfq6NzPOXNe7DwTpnDrPqewntyTqkwCMWVlKulJmf3QEvdW3ada7UuhbdASJ96DJdhWPaLoP-kofnzwEm2s6ToR7chqPyHt4FKZ_sr/s1679/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1679" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUNbgAmgtJXoXO0qrqyza6CAFBrOnsGFZRcGN0DJeEq5R--q3VmmYjZqO9rrylRjrhtJ-nhQelf8Q4pmGs0cPfq6NzPOXNe7DwTpnDrPqewntyTqkwCMWVlKulJmf3QEvdW3ada7UuhbdASJ96DJdhWPaLoP-kofnzwEm2s6ToR7chqPyHt4FKZ_sr/w400-h232/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Ok, now that we've got that out of the way... back to Route 66. We stopped for three caches in Cherokee County, Kansas. A quick cemetery geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC497WV" target="_blank">GC497WV</a>) in Galena. A roadside park (<a href="https://coord.info/GC85F4E" target="_blank">GC85F4E</a>) in Riverton highlighting the rather short stretch of Route 66 which passes through Kansas.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6d_KIVHCjuKNTf5jio5OReDNipXWGaoFHD6otAMe0dq9iMCG7nMNN6XQo1FI9BpZLXhewRfNv7HkBmFdjgo24Z9xXhLuurxrI---RL1pVfHVvZev_ANk1jsqUUdY1iP5NYKqdtEouJtXJ4SRxTZwP1nFgCvAacR39nI56hft68Z3wzkp3aJ92Bc9O/s1708/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1708" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6d_KIVHCjuKNTf5jio5OReDNipXWGaoFHD6otAMe0dq9iMCG7nMNN6XQo1FI9BpZLXhewRfNv7HkBmFdjgo24Z9xXhLuurxrI---RL1pVfHVvZev_ANk1jsqUUdY1iP5NYKqdtEouJtXJ4SRxTZwP1nFgCvAacR39nI56hft68Z3wzkp3aJ92Bc9O/w400-h230/1aa.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then back over to the original Route 66 alignment and another old historical bridge. Built in 1923 as part of the Jefferson Highway, three years before the US-66 designation, the Rainbow Bridge is a concrete arch bridge and spans 130 feet across Bush Creek. It was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1983 and is the only one like it within the entire state of Kansas.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2N6Io15KzwUwwdxB_znJ6vvSSjQ7y2TpUVA0nk_eD_P1YxhmdJQqL1qqXyXj5RIVDLkNPo5jz6kvyfoa-vE_GV1a4RBGe5Bx85SnWZ6DteOPed1p4Cyjq9k66EDRVm85WW99nrGu0GKDReafqj73dImSr2OimHj-mA88F4qhVFsiMldWBm_imNxF/s1594/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1594" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2N6Io15KzwUwwdxB_znJ6vvSSjQ7y2TpUVA0nk_eD_P1YxhmdJQqL1qqXyXj5RIVDLkNPo5jz6kvyfoa-vE_GV1a4RBGe5Bx85SnWZ6DteOPed1p4Cyjq9k66EDRVm85WW99nrGu0GKDReafqj73dImSr2OimHj-mA88F4qhVFsiMldWBm_imNxF/w400-h246/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">And finally a virtual geocache (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCBBF6" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCBBF6</a><b style="font-family: arial;">) at the historical marker for Baxter Springs. Also here in Baxter Springs is this restored old gas station which is now used as the Route 66 Visitors Center. Built in 1930 by The Independent Oil and Gas Company, it was purchased by Phillips 66 </b><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Petroleum</b></span><b style="font-family: arial;"> Company later that year. The original brick house style was modified in the 1940's to an "L" shape adding on a garage for service repairs. The gas station was in use up until the 1970's. After restoration, it was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2003.</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aQthaeuwcPgtqwhvrlsIa2Z1vUhTOzi4e9eaWREC_gmriU8CwB4U8CbnyVTstE8aC-D2hSzGIqD2r-lM9708BR-zIDzSfGpbCQGZBvc4r2eV8B1YC_qLcWrMFstKQ03lanJPbWH-I6D497oJ9dXFbsLqxlObRW5FHjWSkOKSyK7qJCgQpUHmHtjH/s1684/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1684" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aQthaeuwcPgtqwhvrlsIa2Z1vUhTOzi4e9eaWREC_gmriU8CwB4U8CbnyVTstE8aC-D2hSzGIqD2r-lM9708BR-zIDzSfGpbCQGZBvc4r2eV8B1YC_qLcWrMFstKQ03lanJPbWH-I6D497oJ9dXFbsLqxlObRW5FHjWSkOKSyK7qJCgQpUHmHtjH/w400-h232/1ac.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Route 66 enters Oklahoma into Ottawa County. Passing through the town of Commerce, I saw this little Marathon gas station which was built in 1927. They don't sell gas anymore. But they do sell cookies, candies, and other tasty treats. We resisted the urge to step inside and only left with a photo.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sASIEKoW2Zl0SsZ6VjMnsqtR90OLowcSzop1wMcovC9nw7eAYnkQ9LMu1qtA011azHu7MVf0kN_VGCdljhhoaMqQV2p3Jm4T-7pP3tLmro_6RlrTW6dX3xeP_R6Te2Ik39etxp6l568UU8YQF4Yqab-osJQ-D_Mqfkh1C-Hl6UGEO4aKySX8aBi6/s1866/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1866" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sASIEKoW2Zl0SsZ6VjMnsqtR90OLowcSzop1wMcovC9nw7eAYnkQ9LMu1qtA011azHu7MVf0kN_VGCdljhhoaMqQV2p3Jm4T-7pP3tLmro_6RlrTW6dX3xeP_R6Te2Ik39etxp6l568UU8YQF4Yqab-osJQ-D_Mqfkh1C-Hl6UGEO4aKySX8aBi6/w400-h208/1ae.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A couple of blocks to the south is the Hole-in-the-Wall gas station. This Conoco Station was built out from a wall of another business in 1929/30. It now serves as a Route 66 Gift Shop.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cccOrVSCbSfJI8bB5gdetx9OakgcyHV9kZc_wMAUCKlMSgXLnakse74LBZYeiCSDg5Ptth_vCfC1ngW6Za-b44X11TuMjUBUvZG_GSemuPwpHLch9cw7UBMONdzG0VfW5UKjJVftlYeb6rELK86G7F64yGDzQGke2LfmcbPSB2TykHeLIPJ-QBsl/s1771/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1771" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cccOrVSCbSfJI8bB5gdetx9OakgcyHV9kZc_wMAUCKlMSgXLnakse74LBZYeiCSDg5Ptth_vCfC1ngW6Za-b44X11TuMjUBUvZG_GSemuPwpHLch9cw7UBMONdzG0VfW5UKjJVftlYeb6rELK86G7F64yGDzQGke2LfmcbPSB2TykHeLIPJ-QBsl/w400-h222/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Following the Mother Road south through Miami, we found this rather unique older section of the original highway. With the early age of automobile travel in the 1900's, Oklahoma began improving the Ozark Trails turning them into an "Auto Trails" system of roadways connecting small rural towns. Working with very tight budgets while trying to still get the distance needed, they paved what came to be known as "Ribbon Road" or "Sidewalk Highway." (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2ZXEE" target="_blank">GC2ZXEE</a>)</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Kinda hard to tell from this photo, but it's basically a one lane paved road that's 9-feet wide with 5-feet wide gravel shoulders. Completed in 1922 as Federal Highway Project No. 8, four years prior to the Route 66 designation. Running from Miami to Afton, this 15.49 miles of narrow road is the only remaining 9-foot section of original pavement on the Old Route 66 system. While it was officially taken out of service in 1937, you can still drive on it today. Just be careful of oncoming traffic!</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqmiKpj15-5a9dUErnXusnC2yrMJCu9rqOdsKVBUHV1qg_L40Bt5OWohMMiz3LLxPWPBz9ypF7clUKENAkaLnpOauCiZzXV0dhKC3zf7IPLRK_k8PBh7TqmDYS5QgemGZfo5U3Im5Tt1xQ8IFFL_E9_Rt63zLfWuTfnUSSgwfo4TSkv0r9lUlUnVG/s1682/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1682" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqmiKpj15-5a9dUErnXusnC2yrMJCu9rqOdsKVBUHV1qg_L40Bt5OWohMMiz3LLxPWPBz9ypF7clUKENAkaLnpOauCiZzXV0dhKC3zf7IPLRK_k8PBh7TqmDYS5QgemGZfo5U3Im5Tt1xQ8IFFL_E9_Rt63zLfWuTfnUSSgwfo4TSkv0r9lUlUnVG/w400-h232/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Passing through Afton, I see these rock walls and stop for a photo. No signs posted and can't find anything online about it. Old gas station? Old store? The ground out front of the sidewalk looks like there may have been gas pumps there. If you know, please leave a comment.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Sv1smocSZdOXwSGuAdP-B2K3fOYSqVeDQdhRzQxdvBEPISO6mIbS_jqPz5vmT-LkGWnkfanqdX00342J47psdhpEdSLVfO489S5bTqB5rkPfiR_PVI72Zj5nerqJRIxtHeoF0ugD3b_8Kv4PEt59xDu9AT3sR69Ndpv038ysUyE98iNL9rDd7mec/s1806/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1806" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Sv1smocSZdOXwSGuAdP-B2K3fOYSqVeDQdhRzQxdvBEPISO6mIbS_jqPz5vmT-LkGWnkfanqdX00342J47psdhpEdSLVfO489S5bTqB5rkPfiR_PVI72Zj5nerqJRIxtHeoF0ugD3b_8Kv4PEt59xDu9AT3sR69Ndpv038ysUyE98iNL9rDd7mec/w400-h218/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Taking a detour off of Route 66 for a moment, we drove down I-44 to the small Oklahoma town of Big Cabin. Back in my truck driving days passing through here and just as you exit off the interstate at US-69, there's a gigantic Indian Chief statue proudly greeting you as you enter the truck stop. I wanted to stop by here again so that Candy will get an opportunity to see it. Erected on August 9, 2001, the Tall Chief stands at 46 feet and weighs in at 15,500 pounds.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE6dbyFggv8yv8xkXpszmq71dLyirl4pU1u9qKtUUiMyPAjU729B-ZhRwpvagxzp9sMYPpwPGkAbPLAASa9F9_sVHJ1gHfNBdmU3wrD5S-nc7l26qHHIVwcMlEX94Ko3pbCu57wuQM8tYC49Mg3aVU-ZbaW02EyH8gaZ1JaT_tI5MZP9rpUJJ-93m/s1181/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="715" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnE6dbyFggv8yv8xkXpszmq71dLyirl4pU1u9qKtUUiMyPAjU729B-ZhRwpvagxzp9sMYPpwPGkAbPLAASa9F9_sVHJ1gHfNBdmU3wrD5S-nc7l26qHHIVwcMlEX94Ko3pbCu57wuQM8tYC49Mg3aVU-ZbaW02EyH8gaZ1JaT_tI5MZP9rpUJJ-93m/w242-h400/1e.jpg" width="242" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We continued a short drive further south in order to grab another county and a historical virtual geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCFDCD" target="_blank">GCFDCD</a>). Just a few miles away in Mayes County is the County Creek Battlefield. Down the backroads through the woods to arrive on a hill with multiple historical markers creating a mental picture of this Civil War battle. On September 18, 1864, a Confederate force of 2,000, mainly General Stand Watie's Indian Brigade, intercepted a Union supply train en-route from Kansas to Fort Gibson. The convoy of 130 wagons worth $1.5 million was captured after a heavy engagement. This was the last Civil War battle in Indian Territory.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbaXzpqFDX8XJ8uUJ-xbE1SvS5a3jiI9zb9NzBzG91Rpgl_ZpCvkbej6hlCu_IwoRUF4o5MoP5Gndwspg4NbqK_Tcdug1y5hkQocFYNAdmvKOloWbFiD7ze68E1UiZ2rI8TszGPlXsYFw6D_0ABxkQQwtab3BJXEN1x0P3bO5U7tcMPxNt3hm0Kkm/s2016/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbaXzpqFDX8XJ8uUJ-xbE1SvS5a3jiI9zb9NzBzG91Rpgl_ZpCvkbej6hlCu_IwoRUF4o5MoP5Gndwspg4NbqK_Tcdug1y5hkQocFYNAdmvKOloWbFiD7ze68E1UiZ2rI8TszGPlXsYFw6D_0ABxkQQwtab3BJXEN1x0P3bO5U7tcMPxNt3hm0Kkm/w400-h196/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Making our way back to continue our drive down Route 66, we arrive in Rogers County. Approaching the town of Chelsea, the historical Pryor Creek Bridge (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6F24Y" target="_blank">GC6F24Y</a>) was built in 1926 and carried U.S. Highway 66 traffic from 1926 to 1932, when a new alignment of Route 66 bypassed the bridge.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckcp3vEztoAKkH4pro7c7pw-BLtmn5DnIir8qJ3wTKoYWGRCzTmjbZedolivDSLM3QzymBvVrbz1JRgJ8qw71jliZtOIZn7Wo766a0kqscejPTbxXzmrd5FP_2gx1Hz5bT9hVjQrxanwNHoenVtxbv_InzqvcFiJG-0ZMigWi0efu8gBjcVud5vak/s1802/1e2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1802" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckcp3vEztoAKkH4pro7c7pw-BLtmn5DnIir8qJ3wTKoYWGRCzTmjbZedolivDSLM3QzymBvVrbz1JRgJ8qw71jliZtOIZn7Wo766a0kqscejPTbxXzmrd5FP_2gx1Hz5bT9hVjQrxanwNHoenVtxbv_InzqvcFiJG-0ZMigWi0efu8gBjcVud5vak/w400-h218/1e2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Once in Chelsea you have to stop for the underground pedestrian bridge (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6QCMW" target="_blank">GC6QCMW</a>). Instead of the usual crosswalk from corner to corner, the town built this tunnel to cross Route 66. I guess it was much busier and harder to cross the street back in the day.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscnvU-GV-PQkQ-IVPyEnxxPQPXAhZdHZ-W4f2LT10kvbYAvl4GaAfyizopH1d3a1uMIeRR7syrhYKf8qEgohGwzfI0qNA8b6bSS0st3uefZ0l6ksgWAUrCQOYPZq7NcUUSQZ5TN1SVoTTw5TQH-ogywgBUgTlfsf16FkTXOAgv7Id2vra4ZyONYWx/s2016/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscnvU-GV-PQkQ-IVPyEnxxPQPXAhZdHZ-W4f2LT10kvbYAvl4GaAfyizopH1d3a1uMIeRR7syrhYKf8qEgohGwzfI0qNA8b6bSS0st3uefZ0l6ksgWAUrCQOYPZq7NcUUSQZ5TN1SVoTTw5TQH-ogywgBUgTlfsf16FkTXOAgv7Id2vra4ZyONYWx/w400-h196/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A little further down Route 66 and still in Rogers County, we make a stop for the World's Largest Totem Pole as well as a virtual and a traditional geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC9251" target="_blank">GC9251</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC6M4FJ" target="_blank">GC6M4FJ</a>). Built by Ed Galloway from 1937 to 1948, it stands at 98 feet tall. It was made with 100 tons of sand and rock, 28 tons of cement, and 6 tons of steel. There are 200 carved pictures with four 9 foot indian chiefs at the top.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID-ePdyW9VjpMkPzj6Y6RpJHzgt9F0gWUPftYPlmULXNtJIEwODziSnOmEYqsgH10a7A2X9n0gpC4_XhEkUWR4dO3DMrMFlo4O7vId9NiYz22P4yCmA--KOdfdg4FBO3O9bjVXXvCm4A8ivt7YuSmIkKM9Os6DkXweF6ZaiQeW1QCrHXZ9ZOi4Xd_/s1263/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1263" data-original-width="710" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID-ePdyW9VjpMkPzj6Y6RpJHzgt9F0gWUPftYPlmULXNtJIEwODziSnOmEYqsgH10a7A2X9n0gpC4_XhEkUWR4dO3DMrMFlo4O7vId9NiYz22P4yCmA--KOdfdg4FBO3O9bjVXXvCm4A8ivt7YuSmIkKM9Os6DkXweF6ZaiQeW1QCrHXZ9ZOi4Xd_/w226-h400/1g.jpg" width="226" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our next virtual geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCH7V1" target="_blank">GCH7V1</a>) was located in the town of Foyil, just a few more miles down the road. A graduate of Foyil High School, Andrew Hartley Payne (1907-1977) won the 1928 Great Transcontinental Footrace which began in Los Angeles on 3-4-1928 and ended 3,422.3 miles later in New York City 5-26-1928.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVJDPu9uKrn3uEQSaN7dVIUfx6fS5miXG8O0m-YwfZP5l9ta5aVbNDCQjIz5e7cvPO45GQWerJ66ssDYYuaunZinapxDcq38wj9hWl6DIymCgh57syoejrMUhsERKUrVVWZgkxiItlYRdTohzoGx263R31bhK1Zxej38hnbtqaEOPbTkRBWnTYx68/s1260/1g2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="723" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVJDPu9uKrn3uEQSaN7dVIUfx6fS5miXG8O0m-YwfZP5l9ta5aVbNDCQjIz5e7cvPO45GQWerJ66ssDYYuaunZinapxDcq38wj9hWl6DIymCgh57syoejrMUhsERKUrVVWZgkxiItlYRdTohzoGx263R31bhK1Zxej38hnbtqaEOPbTkRBWnTYx68/w230-h400/1g2.jpg" width="230" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then a short time later we passed this bridge from the 1936 Route 66 alignment. This 24 feet wide bridge replaced the 18 feet wide version from 1925. Now it leads to Molly's Landing Restaurant. I don't think this is the original location of this bridge.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJ8tPcG4TI3vMhv36f9Tbq4rHW1_RuoNJG6Y1KGKt3zS4ec_sXz2SNRj6MIv98nqTzzJpgdKuUGHLqFIr95UIc0gYo0jWOIPVfcvHqLadBNsuaNiU0kKSkjP-l9BmkD5KVy3igYGvWj4eti__hvDL09LyfQVfO9Ve4c-VN_tA3kcCTfCItGzYbzbv/s1859/1gg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1859" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJ8tPcG4TI3vMhv36f9Tbq4rHW1_RuoNJG6Y1KGKt3zS4ec_sXz2SNRj6MIv98nqTzzJpgdKuUGHLqFIr95UIc0gYo0jWOIPVfcvHqLadBNsuaNiU0kKSkjP-l9BmkD5KVy3igYGvWj4eti__hvDL09LyfQVfO9Ve4c-VN_tA3kcCTfCItGzYbzbv/w400-h210/1gg.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The remains of the Old Route 66 alignment go down the hill to the left from this photo and head down towards the Verdigris River. There's a geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8H9MC" target="_blank">GC8H9MC</a>) at the dead end about 1500 feet away from here. There's also an old cemetery up on the hill here. The River Hill Cemetery has about 20 internments dating back to 1882.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our last geocache for Rogers County was in Catoosa. The Blue Whale (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4ADE" target="_blank">GC4ADE</a>) is a popular Route 66 roadside attraction built by Hugh S. Davis from 1970-72. The Blue Whale is 20 feet tall and 80 feet long and took nearly 3000 hours to build.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA7D0ySmU8Eyqg5rjhXirNwxJSZN_cg6GOKaFbwPwSE7aAG_dGMgS0_APYiGKC7gQfrx7GOZk3-ualZE3cx7FjnPS9X4NmO9PqaFbrLl2RKm2IW_eiTXxTE-tYZ_xo9VfaK6pauI66wLXyn0CvIlXy8da-38BQIZjHX0xiHVtjQQAcGA2ZmoIm7Jr/s1820/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1820" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA7D0ySmU8Eyqg5rjhXirNwxJSZN_cg6GOKaFbwPwSE7aAG_dGMgS0_APYiGKC7gQfrx7GOZk3-ualZE3cx7FjnPS9X4NmO9PqaFbrLl2RKm2IW_eiTXxTE-tYZ_xo9VfaK6pauI66wLXyn0CvIlXy8da-38BQIZjHX0xiHVtjQQAcGA2ZmoIm7Jr/w400-h216/1h.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Arriving down in Tulsa County, we starting searching for the virtual geocaches in the area. The community of Broken Arrow was named because reeds, found in abundance along streams and riverbeds, were broken to make arrow shafts. The Arkansas Valley Townsite Company chose the site for the town along the proposed MK&T Railroad in September 1902. The first virtual geocache was at Centennial Park (<a href="https://coord.info/GCEABB" target="_blank">GCEABB</a>) which was dedicated in 2002.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The next virtual geocache was at the Veterans Memorial Park (<a href="https://coord.info/GCG235" target="_blank">GCG235</a>). Along with this wall of local veterans, there are two statues dedicated to Major William H. (Hank) Miesner Jr (1939-2003) and Lt. Col. Ernest Childers (1918-2005).</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZTIO0i9UXOWcg22vFIW3mbLH0pxfziAffmxcNVamDv1Z094zp0fyzMQxMVRRBbW2kIOR5Xr9z3tTnf2LLXNqsLjV-9DGUDKF_6cskuOr5sOL34G2ULLmnP8X33eLWMrO-RMYO1NsTHkm4oxObg3hlVHe4aAmnNEYIotA_EeVt8JW5-O2aqC_gc3Q/s1580/1j.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1580" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZTIO0i9UXOWcg22vFIW3mbLH0pxfziAffmxcNVamDv1Z094zp0fyzMQxMVRRBbW2kIOR5Xr9z3tTnf2LLXNqsLjV-9DGUDKF_6cskuOr5sOL34G2ULLmnP8X33eLWMrO-RMYO1NsTHkm4oxObg3hlVHe4aAmnNEYIotA_EeVt8JW5-O2aqC_gc3Q/w400-h248/1j.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The next three geocaches were on the west side heading out of town. There was a letterbox cache at The Heart of Route 66 Auto Museum (<a href="https://coord.info/GC859VG" target="_blank">GC859VG</a>). Unfortunately, being late in the day, the museum was closed. But the HUGE gas pump outside made for a great roadside attraction and photo ops.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpRCGMHY2Ju5eMw-HUSx1H-MCZEnqKQ8S9R-BbogYIlbBxlg5TkHGLNe3qrLzQJHuM_ElnSmUksQKYMZ9d08mozZYmnKe51AuArP1z5uOhvav3_NGhZIr6yzNw34sEVJyU0hJqk5WofYsEplY0v0oBqOdYzx_XSQxyVSeoSGoDXqohiC4U1Hr5OEL/s1214/1k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="668" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpRCGMHY2Ju5eMw-HUSx1H-MCZEnqKQ8S9R-BbogYIlbBxlg5TkHGLNe3qrLzQJHuM_ElnSmUksQKYMZ9d08mozZYmnKe51AuArP1z5uOhvav3_NGhZIr6yzNw34sEVJyU0hJqk5WofYsEplY0v0oBqOdYzx_XSQxyVSeoSGoDXqohiC4U1Hr5OEL/w220-h400/1k.jpg" width="220" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>This was followed by the historic Rock Creek Bridge earthcache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6Q151" target="_blank">GC6Q151</a>). This bridge was built in 1921 to serve the Ozark Trail. It became part of Route 66 in 1926. The bridge was used by motorists traveling "The Mother Road" until a new highway was built to the south of here in 1952.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYq0k5tQSkM2LGeCrvURKQs7i8PnumNwUNES0Y7C60Kkq9b-_UvpnDM6AA989JX6WQZJJ_1uPUwfu_OKtbFeNotZk0-AHGG-In5bG5MMu0x7e7V6_EqX9B3KhxYUVFSuGJYGGSmII_oABnALCJt63brU01Va4CNBHSFUSl5xkYFtvchFXSq4XraFJM/s1589/1l%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1589" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYq0k5tQSkM2LGeCrvURKQs7i8PnumNwUNES0Y7C60Kkq9b-_UvpnDM6AA989JX6WQZJJ_1uPUwfu_OKtbFeNotZk0-AHGG-In5bG5MMu0x7e7V6_EqX9B3KhxYUVFSuGJYGGSmII_oABnALCJt63brU01Va4CNBHSFUSl5xkYFtvchFXSq4XraFJM/w400-h246/1l%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then just a few hundred feet down from the bridge was what remains of the Teepee Drive-In Theater (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCG4K2" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCG4K2</a><b>). The drive-in first opened in the 1950's and remained open until the late 90's. At the time of our visit, it was still closed. However, in preparation for writing this blog, I have discovered that the drive-in has been renovated and reopened in the Spring of 2023. And a really cool addition is that along the back row they have several retro RV trailers that can be rented out through Airbnb.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffLwoBEvvgk_qURl1Yyxat9LCw7FeWmaXoB5crPZQk1z4XR9ncVPVFUVFidoi8E3zdbnnO7QF6dhkOuyuvXh7H-tJWx-WsADP0CZFIccmz8dPyy9Ml4UnboVEc1uPC6wWPDeEntvkdOWmsPVtZcwsiFvwqR2q0_M5q89ZFs9S215CetP8gwYx42Us/s1099/1l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1099" data-original-width="719" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffLwoBEvvgk_qURl1Yyxat9LCw7FeWmaXoB5crPZQk1z4XR9ncVPVFUVFidoi8E3zdbnnO7QF6dhkOuyuvXh7H-tJWx-WsADP0CZFIccmz8dPyy9Ml4UnboVEc1uPC6wWPDeEntvkdOWmsPVtZcwsiFvwqR2q0_M5q89ZFs9S215CetP8gwYx42Us/w262-h400/1l.jpg" width="262" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Another geocache in Creek County was at the Magnolia Memorial Gardens Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3AZXC" target="_blank">GC3AZXC</a>) located just north of Bristow. This cemetery has almost 3,000 internments here dating back to the early 1900's. Most impressive is this 2-story chapel on the grounds.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoRw756h6EKSj5L0XYbypbZmM8KtjPsJlETHcasNmzmb1rGar_7xxGKTfm1Dt4928qlC5cQMwupKgV6-hQ4LSwmDQdjY6jaFe61q7O_X1gml7ENiPaFbBqzyE09KkLm0J3weaamIPOz3gtv4tU34ckUB3qVh-Lwah4rNsgqRjbHrzyu7mamkpCyl3/s1647/1m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1647" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoRw756h6EKSj5L0XYbypbZmM8KtjPsJlETHcasNmzmb1rGar_7xxGKTfm1Dt4928qlC5cQMwupKgV6-hQ4LSwmDQdjY6jaFe61q7O_X1gml7ENiPaFbBqzyE09KkLm0J3weaamIPOz3gtv4tU34ckUB3qVh-Lwah4rNsgqRjbHrzyu7mamkpCyl3/w400-h238/1m.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our last geocache in Creek County was a roadside attraction called the Route 66 Shoe Tree (<a href="https://coord.info/GCHPFX" target="_blank">GCHPFX</a>). I'm not sure when this started, but it was just a tree along the side of the highway that people tossed their old shoes up and had them hanging from the branches.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing westbound into Lincoln County, our next stop was the Seaba Station in Warwick, Oklahoma. Currently a motorcycle museum, it was originally built in 1924 as a gas station and garage. It stayed in operation serving travelers for many years until 1996. Then the building was restored and the museum opened a few years later in 2000. Unfortunately, the geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC346Y6" target="_blank">GC346Y6</a>) was kept indoors and we couldn't sign the logbook after hours.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAxdG0qGUoqPkP2zWMo9d5_8TsYcBEBLqXNFc16NjORxidfifDWJWXf5ED5Sh5KXA8jYuNs_DpRZJ0uiw4-Fci_NJOgZ311zuaN66jQN21R3QxtpZyuBdxOZ0z606RDbRHh5oubkmP-74cVLYN8QlchP56CLLlpiX-5NhhPOzs0S-BNt9JhxrGaGN/s1606/1o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1606" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAxdG0qGUoqPkP2zWMo9d5_8TsYcBEBLqXNFc16NjORxidfifDWJWXf5ED5Sh5KXA8jYuNs_DpRZJ0uiw4-Fci_NJOgZ311zuaN66jQN21R3QxtpZyuBdxOZ0z606RDbRHh5oubkmP-74cVLYN8QlchP56CLLlpiX-5NhhPOzs0S-BNt9JhxrGaGN/w400-h242/1o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Times were tough back in those days and it was hard to make an honest living. The station owners bought plates to make counterfeit ten dollar bills. A room was added to the back of the station and the only entrance was through a window. After one person was caught passing the fake bills and arrested, their identification gave the address. They were eventually traced back to the gas station. The plates were found, the crime spree terminated, and the owner taken to jail. The old station was closed, never to open again. Many years later and nothing to do with the counterfeiting, a murder victim was found in the abandoned building. The victim was never identified and the mystery never solved.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our last stop of the day was at Pops 66 (<a href="https://coord.info/GC162WP" target="_blank">GC162WP</a>), an the iconic destination and must-see landmark on Route 66 in Arcadia, Oklahoma. It features a family-friendly, full-service restaurant, gas station, convenience store, tons of bottled soda, and a 66-foot-tall pop bottle outside that dazzles with multicolor LED lights when the sun sets.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwRZX4Uu2-91WWfyDgKU3D_3RvqzJa1UAe5bivRpETMaTmtwuK3_zx28zUTBziR1UQoj6Gx83XC9gxo_by2Qw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><b>Needless to say after browsing the store for about an hour, we left with a huge assortment of good and "gross" sodas!<br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXfhXnCQ1wImEY0Qcwh_qc_91-ui8M1I3YbKQYb4cGokAEDaDNzY_XnbqMD_7xU3iOUQAzXoz4BYODZ9n05zgpeFw_dddDsWfM4bCO9npv9CIz8lwJtrtPhDHxDxv3nSWDTahR6LPHBbf-yqozgIo929Qnl8DX9FJl8-0VTzNnI-tO63vuXrZAUPe/s2016/1q.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="2016" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXfhXnCQ1wImEY0Qcwh_qc_91-ui8M1I3YbKQYb4cGokAEDaDNzY_XnbqMD_7xU3iOUQAzXoz4BYODZ9n05zgpeFw_dddDsWfM4bCO9npv9CIz8lwJtrtPhDHxDxv3nSWDTahR6LPHBbf-yqozgIo929Qnl8DX9FJl8-0VTzNnI-tO63vuXrZAUPe/w400-h156/1q.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>That's the end of our LONG day. Twelve hours of driving and sightseeing the roadside attractions along the historic Route 66. Tomorrow we finish up Oklahoma and arrive at our destination in Texas.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. 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Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></span></div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0U.S. Rt. 66, United States36.1450958 -96.00236387.8348619638211545 -131.1586138 64.455329636178845 -60.8461138tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-1083385784456228262023-04-07T18:54:00.001-05:002023-04-07T18:54:12.072-05:002021-03-31: Exploring the Historic Route 66 Through Missouri on Day 9 of Our 3400 Mile Roadtrip Adventure<p></p>
<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Winding down on Day 9 of our crazy 3400 mile geocaching and sightseeing roadtrip adventure through history, we spent the day in Missouri trying to follow the original sections of the famous Route 66 highway from St Louis to Joplin. Along the way we stopped at many of the roadside attractions that Route 66 is famous for: a super-sized rocking chair, historic gas stations, old abandoned bridges and more. Oh and let's not forget picking up new geocaching counties along the way too! So hop on board the GeoJeep and let's go for a drive...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEylO6o6zQdcxnMxsQ_NEhRAz2780qp9Vi0oZtsicHsIB0pRkWvx-PUdWVhx8GfdEjjdioVjL5gLySBl_7cLmWW18TZVjLhWhRo4nMnqf40TZhVW8-IN6gQZd72X5Cf74ltGP5G6uvUmGSP3coI998qPR873xlwtrydijWQpYsuSGU9z1Qs4a0k873/s1424/00b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1424" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEylO6o6zQdcxnMxsQ_NEhRAz2780qp9Vi0oZtsicHsIB0pRkWvx-PUdWVhx8GfdEjjdioVjL5gLySBl_7cLmWW18TZVjLhWhRo4nMnqf40TZhVW8-IN6gQZd72X5Cf74ltGP5G6uvUmGSP3coI998qPR873xlwtrydijWQpYsuSGU9z1Qs4a0k873/w400-h276/00b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first two county cache stops was in Crawford County. A travel bug hotel geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCKC79" target="_blank">GCKC79</a>) next to the Crawford County Historical Marker.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing westbound on Old Route 66, we enter the town of Cuba, MO. There we spot several places that look interesting. Among them were the Missouri Hick BBQ with an old garage out building to the side. Or perhaps it was the smoker shack where they slow cooked their BBQ. Don't know but it looked pretty cool.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWd0IqX2zOPkL_BjgQSLmC6UfXD4_AcWc0haxgWmnVyqc7rtX_AxShAJsrrywsweN_mSqvc_CSRF3wM_ur-IxJNwdO39bjf1HQx1PiYmOfEEacRB7OU21F8xUa3QMLzm7kIi4MyoVJY0AQBew69VuloE1SGvXYo0tnEHNCzxyU-V8BJUIHwuBygmbW/s1675/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1675" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWd0IqX2zOPkL_BjgQSLmC6UfXD4_AcWc0haxgWmnVyqc7rtX_AxShAJsrrywsweN_mSqvc_CSRF3wM_ur-IxJNwdO39bjf1HQx1PiYmOfEEacRB7OU21F8xUa3QMLzm7kIi4MyoVJY0AQBew69VuloE1SGvXYo0tnEHNCzxyU-V8BJUIHwuBygmbW/w400-h234/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Next door to it is the Wagon Wheel Motel. Now listed on the National Register of Historic Places, it was built in 1935 and originally called the Wagon Wheel Cabins, Cafe, and Station. Standard Oil leased the station for one year after WWII. The cabin rooms have been upgraded and modernized while still maintaining the exterior historic charm.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76PylXtA5KIQFKErkBRSUfwT6basJjYOrzCk1sW54urgCV1DNhgdCFNBOF0EZWvvYD0coznd2Pf7N-u1T9xXueLztSE4vxzjHYWSH1GcDqZuyP1jtS4jkWKIw8DwjtUACGq2q0KUajw5F5nHpYl9N9KO3CuQO4dv7gCh3TACI2EOZdRIE_AGJoeNd/s1631/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1631" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76PylXtA5KIQFKErkBRSUfwT6basJjYOrzCk1sW54urgCV1DNhgdCFNBOF0EZWvvYD0coznd2Pf7N-u1T9xXueLztSE4vxzjHYWSH1GcDqZuyP1jtS4jkWKIw8DwjtUACGq2q0KUajw5F5nHpYl9N9KO3CuQO4dv7gCh3TACI2EOZdRIE_AGJoeNd/w400-h240/1ac.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>While staying on the Old Route 66 can be very interesting, it is also a slower pace and very time consuming. We still have to get to Texas for the next project before too long. Since I already had a geocache found in the next county, Phelps, I jumped back onto the parallel I-44 to quickly put some miles behind us.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Exiting back off into Pulaski County, we make a stop for our next geocache and our first ghost town in a while. "A Gathering of Hookers" geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC174AZ" target="_blank">GC174AZ</a>) brings you to the only remnants of the small community that was once called Hooker, MO. Built in 1900, this church building and cemetery are the only evidence of the early pioneers. The slow curving Old Route 66 (1926-43 alignment) passed by right in front of the church. When the new and improved 4-lane US-66 was built (1943-77 alignment), it was straightened and by-passed many of these communities.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuqKpw_O8HaJcA5z-1jrr_XYW_BjulOqdDuQa_8g02K3QZKr8cuelXM35wB0TNUTxphKl3B72DLwHzLrclPvlCzt2BJFAws1R8zJsha2CPx5mzHQxs4xOa-XdktmGScLjvhnKmL3CaA0CKxfUdmtdsA6Ll5ii6cN6mLYLS5IWs_Qldd2IbxpB4AQU/s1747/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1747" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeuqKpw_O8HaJcA5z-1jrr_XYW_BjulOqdDuQa_8g02K3QZKr8cuelXM35wB0TNUTxphKl3B72DLwHzLrclPvlCzt2BJFAws1R8zJsha2CPx5mzHQxs4xOa-XdktmGScLjvhnKmL3CaA0CKxfUdmtdsA6Ll5ii6cN6mLYLS5IWs_Qldd2IbxpB4AQU/w400-h226/1ae.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A few Route 66 curves later and we arrive at the Devil's Elbow. A small lumberjack settlement began here after the Civil War around 1870. The name derived from a tight U-shaped bend in the Big Piney River. When the lumberjacks would send their logs downstream, they often got jammed up in "a devil of an elbow," which became known as Devil's Elbow.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Also here at the Devil's Elbow are my next three geocaches (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC175JD" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC175JD</a><b>, </b><a href="https://coord.info/GC1TG2P" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC1TG2P</a><b>, </b><a href="https://coord.info/GC17E9W" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC17E9W</a><b>). I'm just gonna give you a brief description of my two photos below before telling you about a great web page to go look at for more. This bridge was actually built in 1923 as part of the MO-14 state road connecting the communities. Three years later it became part of the original Route 66 alignment. However with the 4-lane realignment of Route 66 in 1943, came a new bridge. This was used only for local traffic and without regular maintenance, it was eventually condemned. Route 66 </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>enthusiasts saved, restored it in 2013, and now open for vehicular traffic once again.</b></span></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeSUGU_pbh6BGGDACpFoU8yjO3B3DvWK1ZurEW2b7YBZNzPGS2uYwjKN-eKsXJbSjrAVRnuxdwtU5-eZD5Ws9jGo5KU24sN7w7NXlFefp1O4GBpNfR8IL87Dxof02HuHD4aPnXlw0qjWhvZH1Bf6WPTng9S755HI1TET8HPfp6MuZOjt2SqdDkFkn/s2016/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeSUGU_pbh6BGGDACpFoU8yjO3B3DvWK1ZurEW2b7YBZNzPGS2uYwjKN-eKsXJbSjrAVRnuxdwtU5-eZD5Ws9jGo5KU24sN7w7NXlFefp1O4GBpNfR8IL87Dxof02HuHD4aPnXlw0qjWhvZH1Bf6WPTng9S755HI1TET8HPfp6MuZOjt2SqdDkFkn/w400-h196/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now for more historical information and lots of old and new, before and after photos, if you really get into history like I do, take a look at this <a href="https://www.theroute-66.com/devils-elbow.html" target="_blank">web page</a> I found on the Devil's Elbow community. It's a quick read and along with the photos and map will give you a better understanding of the Route 66 alignments. As well as some of the businesses that came and gone, and a revealing photo of the 2017 flood.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Making my way further westbound, we arrive in the town of Waynesville, still in Pulaski County, and our next two geocaches. The "Wire Road Stop" virtual geocache (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCE7E0" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCE7E0</a><b>) brings you to an old Stagecoach Stop listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Originally built as a complex with two log cabins in the 1850's, it was later rebuilt with wood in the antebellum style. A stagecoach stop for the Burden and Woodson Stage, also a tavern, used as a hospital during the Civil War, and a hotel after the war. Later abandoned and rundown it had been condemned by the city in 1982. Local citizens got together and saved the historical building. It is now the Old Stagecoach Stop Museum.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9SLlfeoMBdZ26SoROCVWmRMXqxuT1ufYlzxVG6hvfntxdPc8sxTJ1RaQ1BF2jxgzGTWzD1rCFjpQ20z60MnQSl0g8HYFjtUZwIHX0N8sKX7za7HinwlQq-Lq95Mimd6MfK2-Ka5s-ut82_nrHdIpdTxViKu97tBK9zxUXvc_D6tfu7l4beBVD34p/s1943/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1943" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9SLlfeoMBdZ26SoROCVWmRMXqxuT1ufYlzxVG6hvfntxdPc8sxTJ1RaQ1BF2jxgzGTWzD1rCFjpQ20z60MnQSl0g8HYFjtUZwIHX0N8sKX7za7HinwlQq-Lq95Mimd6MfK2-Ka5s-ut82_nrHdIpdTxViKu97tBK9zxUXvc_D6tfu7l4beBVD34p/w400-h202/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The other geocache was at the Talbot House (<a href="https://coord.info/GC46FPX" target="_blank">GC46FPX</a>). One of Waynesville's oldest homes, it was constructed in 1885 by the Rev Albert Washington Davis. Dr. C.A. Talbot purchased the home in 1915 and used it as a residence for his family as well as an office for his medical practice for the next 30 years. After his death in 1945, his widow then rented rooms to boarders. Today, the current owners use it as an Antiques, Collectibles, and Gift Shop business.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_jlJW-mBNvcZTnrzu7ky0dN_cyT3qt3xn1VqZnoRWoMjxmfmWf-nhQ7VcjA9B1XfKRjzUzvlnEkCJfENWT29Az5oUhfE12tZ8-b8G087c83D_MKTsNS5FaTUOZztarJBpQd9OTBVQUpp1vXiutuSZvnq_abA6chJYPt0j1NaFpZKTPJfqBtWtoUs/s1544/00.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1544" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_jlJW-mBNvcZTnrzu7ky0dN_cyT3qt3xn1VqZnoRWoMjxmfmWf-nhQ7VcjA9B1XfKRjzUzvlnEkCJfENWT29Az5oUhfE12tZ8-b8G087c83D_MKTsNS5FaTUOZztarJBpQd9OTBVQUpp1vXiutuSZvnq_abA6chJYPt0j1NaFpZKTPJfqBtWtoUs/w400-h252/00.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first stop was a quick geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC50RQ2" target="_blank">GC50RQ2</a>) find in Greenville, Illinois to mark our overnight stay and getting a find for Bond County.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then we jump onto I-70 westbound. Instead of taking it all the way into St Louis, we detour onto the northern I-270 route. This not only takes us into Madison County, IL, but also over to the Route 66 Chain of Rocks Bridge and an Earthcache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC68M54" target="_blank">GC68M54</a>). Over its 50 year history, Route 66 crossed the Mississippi River at five different locations: 1) McKinley Bridge, 2) MacArthur Bridge, 3) Old Chain of Rocks Bridge, 4) MLK Jr Memorial Bridge and 5) Poplar Street Bridge.</b></span></div><br />
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But the tomb was originally constructed for his wife Charlotte who’d passed away at the age of 34. Wainwright would then go on the run to Paris after being indicted in a bribery scandal. Decades later, he was finally entombed next to his wife upon his death.</b></span></div><br />
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But Luyties couldn’t let her out of his mind, and he even commissioned a sculptor to immortalize his former lover in stone.
Now, in some form at least, Luyties can lie forever with the woman who wouldn’t have him. Over time, the marble statue gradually eroded due to weather, and so it was later placed in the glass box we see it in now.</b></span></div><br />
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Following Anheuser’s death, Busch became president of the company. And thanks to his marketing expertise and innovations like refrigerated freight cars, he helped Budweiser become a nationally recognized beer brand in the 19th century.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScGGhMZln6G_LM7Bqf3MOgxWZASHoh4xlykcVtzVr-vBfrFALuGaLlQGRY9mAIrpJkpqRRfWZJ-47LGayAG3asNFEsK7Cd6kIzZptJAOUdvYDi8H_-yt2RlQyHtertl02E1DmGwmRKn8OlLgAirHXj8qhc0x455kfGIAFKySC08KAn4V4El834yy-/s1108/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScGGhMZln6G_LM7Bqf3MOgxWZASHoh4xlykcVtzVr-vBfrFALuGaLlQGRY9mAIrpJkpqRRfWZJ-47LGayAG3asNFEsK7Cd6kIzZptJAOUdvYDi8H_-yt2RlQyHtertl02E1DmGwmRKn8OlLgAirHXj8qhc0x455kfGIAFKySC08KAn4V4El834yy-/w262-h400/1d.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Today at Bellefontaine, the Busch Mausoleum is one of the more notable tombs on display. It was designed by the Barnett, Haynes & Barnett architectural firm in the Bavarian Gothic style but made with local stone. It supposedly cost around $250,000 to build at the time, which equates to over a couple million dollars today!</b></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiespOUTKzfiM1xVqAgHqEA1ctAsr0zuWhQ-VNxQR5trdtjdtleGP65JxBQ7_gGIfgL7vPcwrU_ERsqiLtKI2Id7fP8RquV3u-bFbptFTzAd6YiIv8X5cmOUIJsgbxFpb1_HTvSs51lqKjF36VuHKCdGHukuJBp-6NiymaWojC_iIDWOZ_a7S7ILq1/s1523/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1523" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiespOUTKzfiM1xVqAgHqEA1ctAsr0zuWhQ-VNxQR5trdtjdtleGP65JxBQ7_gGIfgL7vPcwrU_ERsqiLtKI2Id7fP8RquV3u-bFbptFTzAd6YiIv8X5cmOUIJsgbxFpb1_HTvSs51lqKjF36VuHKCdGHukuJBp-6NiymaWojC_iIDWOZ_a7S7ILq1/w400-h258/1e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(At the time of our visit, Rush's headstone had yet to be installed.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>His show was picked up by ABC-Radio in 1988, now being broadcast all over the country for what would be over three decades. It eventually rose to 600 stations and 27 million weekly listeners. Limbaugh was inducted into the Radio Hall of Fame in 1993 and the National Association of Broadcasters Hall of Fame in 1998. Additionally, he was a five-time winner of the National Association of Broadcasters Marconi Award for Excellence in Syndicated and Network Broadcasting. Limbaugh's unabashed love of country and belief in American Exceptionalism caused detractors to seek controversy in every broadcast.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>He was well liked for his charity work, using his show for the annual Leukemia and Lymphoma Society Telethon and the Marine Corps–Law Enforcement Foundation. He also was not afraid of poking fun of himself, voicing himself in cameos for three episodes of Family Guy.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Limbaugh, a cigar and former cigarette smoker, was diagnosed with lung cancer, eight days after his 69th birthday. On February 4th, during President Donald Trump's State of the Union Address, he awarded Limbaugh the Presidential Medal of Freedom. After his lung cancer diagnosis, he continued working on his radio show as much as he could. "I told the staff that I have a deeply personal relationship with God." Limbaugh died on February 17, 2021, at the age of 70.</b></span></div></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8ATM7sYAT3VUMjZpZY2qAhtcqDDS1zBF1pqSsJibPanEkmEoae9gf4bhA1MKT33NJiBgaLYkx-Mbm9l-eH_oQ9tn5a-RgNSzxFdAheyKRbKLx20xF3FreVsTfhCw0RE3qRojrr6OTMIcekq5Z9guqywoK5K3LpZVGxkBgqm1WH0DAAuCAPOEc2UK/s1038/1gg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="723" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE8ATM7sYAT3VUMjZpZY2qAhtcqDDS1zBF1pqSsJibPanEkmEoae9gf4bhA1MKT33NJiBgaLYkx-Mbm9l-eH_oQ9tn5a-RgNSzxFdAheyKRbKLx20xF3FreVsTfhCw0RE3qRojrr6OTMIcekq5Z9guqywoK5K3LpZVGxkBgqm1WH0DAAuCAPOEc2UK/w278-h400/1gg.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>During my days as a truck driver, I used to pass through St Louis on Interstate 40 often and could only get a view of the Gateway Arch out my window. I had always wanted to stop for a closer look, but parking a 70' long 18-wheeler within walking distance in downtown St Louis is probably not an easy task. Now, finally, we are able to get an up-close look at this monument.</b></span></div><br />
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The St Louis Gateway Arch (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7ED" target="_blank">GC7ED</a>) is 630 feet tall and 630 feet wide at it base. The idea for a memorial to commemorate the western expansion of the United States began to take shape in 1933. On June 15, 1934, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the bill into law, instituting the United States Territorial Expansion Memorial Commission. In December 1934, the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial Association discussed organizing an architectural competition to determine the design of the monument. Local architect Louis LeBeaume had drawn up competition guidelines by January 1935. On December 21, 1935, President Roosevelt signed Executive Order 7253 to approve the memorial and 82-acre National Historic Site.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQVAPOoTRBQtLNq9TCejX88leQf_ri2KByhKU6kzjtFPiAhdBVT3ZPD2amkYOVUFF8_cir7jGQzbrufVlIthbZIMIpoDKLc8TNXQ91UtKQAejYWMHuRBijOrZmKdmCsBkR2XAPNkZ9mKmqWk5AcflXsnrbZrVVjISP9fBMpc94WZ3CphtX3u9ckug/s1488/1g2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="1488" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwQVAPOoTRBQtLNq9TCejX88leQf_ri2KByhKU6kzjtFPiAhdBVT3ZPD2amkYOVUFF8_cir7jGQzbrufVlIthbZIMIpoDKLc8TNXQ91UtKQAejYWMHuRBijOrZmKdmCsBkR2XAPNkZ9mKmqWk5AcflXsnrbZrVVjISP9fBMpc94WZ3CphtX3u9ckug/w400-h194/1g2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On February 18, 1948, Eero Saarinen's design was chosen from among the initial 172 entries in the design contest. After much deliberation and planning, the official groundbreaking ceremony finally occurred on June 23, 1959 at 10:30 AM. The first order of business was to build a tunnel and reroute the railroad tracks. In 1961, the foundation of the structure was laid and construction of the Arch itself began on February 12, 1963 as the first steel triangle of the south leg was set in place. The arch's visitor center opened on June 10, 1967, and the tram began operating on July 24. Upon it's competition, the arch became the tallest memorial in the United States and the tallest stainless steel monument in the world. The official dedication ceremony was finally held on May 25, 1968 by then Vice-President Hubert Humphrey.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Because of its tight quarters inside and limited exits, the Secret Service has forbidden all Presidents from ascending the Gateway Arch due to security concerns. The only exception was made in 1967 when he was 77 years old, former President Dwight D. Eisenhower was in town to give a speech. He had signed the order for the construction of the Arch in 1954. He paid a visit to the site after it had already closed to the public and insisted he get a ride on the tram to the top.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>One more stop in St Louis before leaving the downtown traffic. I've played the game of chess since I was a kid. I taught my two sons when they were young. And when they started in a private Christian School, I formed and hosted the Chess Club for 2 years. So when I saw this virtual geocache at the World Chess Hall of Fame, we just had to stop. Outside they have the Guinness Record World's Largest Chess Piece (<a href="https://coord.info/GC890GN" target="_blank">GC890GN</a>) at 20 feet tall and a 9'2" diameter base and weighing in at 10,860 pounds!</b></span></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0St. Louis, MO, USA38.6270025 -90.19940419999998911.605195161188774 -125.35565419999999 65.648809838811232 -55.043154199999989tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-72904345183297558442023-03-11T12:18:00.001-06:002023-03-11T12:30:37.545-06:002021-03-29: Touring More Abraham Lincoln and Route 66 Sites in Illinois on Day 7 of Turning a 1400 Mile Road Trip into a 3404 Mile Adventure!<p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So today as we geocached more Illinois counties, we followed more footsteps of President Abraham Lincoln historical sites and jumped onto the Historic Route 66 to continue our southwest roadtrip. There's a LOT to see and do today, so let us go for a drive and get on down the road...</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdiOvkMXEV6HA88t6FNDKrJpfNIOhWNPJ2GmSzwiHdo_o0qSnDXB7t5OIknyPfBvA0W_bJvA9jB-yMz02HCW4xueMBIJQV-Pnug_NPw54VfL2UU2kYlvYYLFpsDrSVfpsdtTYZkucta2VxYiDXVkrMRREV-hdg-FZk8hDEzJ5yGNFgrR9gF7LeMY_/s1654/00a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1654" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdiOvkMXEV6HA88t6FNDKrJpfNIOhWNPJ2GmSzwiHdo_o0qSnDXB7t5OIknyPfBvA0W_bJvA9jB-yMz02HCW4xueMBIJQV-Pnug_NPw54VfL2UU2kYlvYYLFpsDrSVfpsdtTYZkucta2VxYiDXVkrMRREV-hdg-FZk8hDEzJ5yGNFgrR9gF7LeMY_/w400-h236/00a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Waking up in Peoria County, Illinois this morning, it was still cold but not like it was yesterday morning. First thing first... breakfast, coffee, and hey look there's a geocache right there in the parking lot (<a href="https://coord.info/GC42BCA" target="_blank">GC42BCA</a>)! Then next door into East Peoria and Tazewell County, we made a quick exit off the highway in this industrial area for a creative geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC24KTM" target="_blank">GC24KTM</a>) that had a lot of favorite points. Luckily, truck traffic wasn't that busy. Parked on a side street and a short walk across the grass. Found the container quickly and another minute to figure out log sheet retrieval.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlP0M-O9-JcbtFlNaSsatom6hN-uEO1Qo9kkzcuCWxd3OtyddRUNQewSsDbP7bjzyEFFE3HykWLbQDAEUS6q2aBBbWga8mcdjXWXQBD8jpw0QiGk8WKjcPOag4eCb5rb9mv_7-0ylGr0rqkSNYFli1t1q4uA_INPZ3cXowo4x90uJH0S3Txki81w1/s1152/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="779" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlP0M-O9-JcbtFlNaSsatom6hN-uEO1Qo9kkzcuCWxd3OtyddRUNQewSsDbP7bjzyEFFE3HykWLbQDAEUS6q2aBBbWga8mcdjXWXQBD8jpw0QiGk8WKjcPOag4eCb5rb9mv_7-0ylGr0rqkSNYFli1t1q4uA_INPZ3cXowo4x90uJH0S3Txki81w1/w270-h400/1a.jpg" width="270" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Southbound on I-55 into Logan County, we exit into the small town of Elkhart. A couple of blocks off of the Old Route 66 and near the town square, is this Veterans Memorial Statue honoring those in the community who have served in the various wars.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO_amPKiGdWKJUr6nvGqTNRADbiph6Ac9qBfRSfYIqrcuHKQm99W1MTwZ0IAik3KQ0CSFqIjTuUjP5ZXjbGuY8-eyW0Xf3mxY4nvwUNS6gelxk7viG3qEx9VP8Q-hPivwpfVWNzce7T6TIH6NXrEmYjqzr0kDar6G67Cb65eGFnUKKd7ef6xOBNSd/s1170/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO_amPKiGdWKJUr6nvGqTNRADbiph6Ac9qBfRSfYIqrcuHKQm99W1MTwZ0IAik3KQ0CSFqIjTuUjP5ZXjbGuY8-eyW0Xf3mxY4nvwUNS6gelxk7viG3qEx9VP8Q-hPivwpfVWNzce7T6TIH6NXrEmYjqzr0kDar6G67Cb65eGFnUKKd7ef6xOBNSd/w246-h400/1aa.jpg" width="246" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Just outside the east side of town are my next two geocaches (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4MYJP" target="_blank">GC4MYJP</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC8P1YG" target="_blank">GC8P1YG</a>). </b></span><b style="font-family: arial;">The first settler in the Elkhart area was James Latham. In 1824 he was appointed by President John Quincy Adams to the position of Indian Agent at Fort Clark (now Peoria). He moved the family there and in two years took ill and died. They brought him back to the hill and buried him in Latham Cemetery (not far from where his first cabin was built) which has the distinction of being the oldest cemetery in Logan County.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">One of the highest points in the state is Elkhart Hill. Abraham Lincoln often stayed in the Kentucky House, a stagecoach stop on Elkhart Hill owned by his friend Richard Latham. He was also a friend of John Dean Gillett, who was once known as the “Cattle King of the World.” Gillett was the primary financier of Lincoln, IL, the Logan County city that bears Abraham Lincoln’s name.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Elkhart Cemetery is located on the south side of Elkhart Hill. Near Gillett’s grave, is the Saint John's Chapel. It was built in 1890 by the Culver Stone Co. in memory of Gillett. Still owned by the Gillett Farm, it is the only privately owned chapel in Illinois.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUkzZqJ5Pb7QhcdTkqX_OY96hjoRjxr9uI6S0WmV_6Q8gPnd4eMS906Li3Jnau0AaoTmbdcGFAUpqBv8mj2GEDk9ft5y8SRHLBpRU2z-xb5vShlGyKz30GISxNP4Go8o-easj6L8AW_6H3-rH9CMAhqK22viWOJ8X5-favsoFwPSeFXixMLeMHLu9/s1855/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1855" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUkzZqJ5Pb7QhcdTkqX_OY96hjoRjxr9uI6S0WmV_6Q8gPnd4eMS906Li3Jnau0AaoTmbdcGFAUpqBv8mj2GEDk9ft5y8SRHLBpRU2z-xb5vShlGyKz30GISxNP4Go8o-easj6L8AW_6H3-rH9CMAhqK22viWOJ8X5-favsoFwPSeFXixMLeMHLu9/w400-h212/1ac.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Richard J. Oglesby, three term governor of Illinois and a close friend of Abraham Lincoln, married the Gillett's oldest daughter, Emma. They built their home across the hill from the Gillett house. Known as Oglehurst, the 46 room mansion had a pipe organ in the Great Hall, a fourth floor school room where the children were tutored and a music room with a musical score detailed in the gesso work around the ceiling. The Oglesby's are buried in a tomb on Elkhart Hill.</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKUd-FkcD-sjWidYmPlZOiQNSyms7kkDWoX4aF1u7qSQQxQNgR6MPB5S5S0-NoNDUFFOHw8NI6kJ_iRIBofVyqJOPS-yObvCJ38NlgAFF-dJfy8DW6Nb3yZHTt3uo-oV0aywCFfdwjXw_331XnLkQHE5gSLn3BZc5P3xAiGFGcqJz1TDGlsbCpr6y/s1758/1ad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1758" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKUd-FkcD-sjWidYmPlZOiQNSyms7kkDWoX4aF1u7qSQQxQNgR6MPB5S5S0-NoNDUFFOHw8NI6kJ_iRIBofVyqJOPS-yObvCJ38NlgAFF-dJfy8DW6Nb3yZHTt3uo-oV0aywCFfdwjXw_331XnLkQHE5gSLn3BZc5P3xAiGFGcqJz1TDGlsbCpr6y/w400-h222/1ad.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">The cemetery is also the final resting place of Capt. Adam H. Bogardus, who toured with Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West Show and was known as the “Wing Shot Champion of the World.”</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Connecting Elkhart Hill to Elkhart Cemetery is this bridge which was erected in 1915 by Emma Gillett Oglesby. It is said to be the only private bridge over a public highway in the state. </b></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG11ngaC3YPeTKu4wwI9MOgvRn9uTOSUSXhV4fSYheOTcYy0dHGApIcr9F-KzIwhnerHos9CQcqUELHVZfcoHqVWtWFs1waqm2nB_fNcT2lowskOBFaziryt6HhGxq-h10CjPOqd8PjNbMOZ-_v1gJrMJ4Q-ewkGOs4kMFpzr-1jCdlurHtRFM9oof/s2016/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG11ngaC3YPeTKu4wwI9MOgvRn9uTOSUSXhV4fSYheOTcYy0dHGApIcr9F-KzIwhnerHos9CQcqUELHVZfcoHqVWtWFs1waqm2nB_fNcT2lowskOBFaziryt6HhGxq-h10CjPOqd8PjNbMOZ-_v1gJrMJ4Q-ewkGOs4kMFpzr-1jCdlurHtRFM9oof/w400-h196/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>This time I decide to stay on Old Route 66 instead of jumping onto the Interstate. Crossing over into Sangamon County and the town of Williamsville, I spot The Old Route 66 Gas Station and Garage. I couldn't buy gas at 31 cents a gallon, but I did drive away with some good photos.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwpbSvpHi1ZAs-TUoGIz9q6bbZuyAN-GorrKFON5BZOaFE7gnI1G7Gefv0To4MidDiCiEEEOqV0RY_CUo2IZAnEqU0UD3x6fqgoMXCrItx8FRq_vW1j94iu4zPZbo5KLHUJH0PYyzhcIXfsVx0QP7GCFOTIcLQLMc9JvAs-yyEPuyc1x9hdtJsPhl/s1587/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1587" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwpbSvpHi1ZAs-TUoGIz9q6bbZuyAN-GorrKFON5BZOaFE7gnI1G7Gefv0To4MidDiCiEEEOqV0RY_CUo2IZAnEqU0UD3x6fqgoMXCrItx8FRq_vW1j94iu4zPZbo5KLHUJH0PYyzhcIXfsVx0QP7GCFOTIcLQLMc9JvAs-yyEPuyc1x9hdtJsPhl/w400-h248/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now moving down the road into Springfield, Illinois. Settling began in 1810 and eventually the town of Springfield became the state capital of Illinois. Abraham Lincoln lived in the Springfield area from 1837 until 1861. In May of 1839, construction began on this cottage for Reverend Charles Dresser. It wasn't until 1844 when Abraham Lincoln moved his family, wife Mary and son Robert, from a rural community on the outskirts and purchased a small cottage house within Springfield. The Lincoln's made multiple renovations and expansions over the next 17 years while they lived in the home. In 1861, now President Abraham Lincoln moved the family to Washington D.C.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY78OHXRsLrddt80AqvrJDmx_hLS2FLUlseH94tZtoaZtJ-VRLaiWA9Z7jt3m-_YUtkyzMPI6ZXD-owTTH1MMUQhwcriRpCdocZ9Jef-f4UF4NEoIurrw1IrzDBMbGPz1WNCnptcXEJDRSnEwf3iWpf1tROuo0R_wun5LeLufI4efZKn2oQghtpIgZ/s1342/1j.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="1342" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY78OHXRsLrddt80AqvrJDmx_hLS2FLUlseH94tZtoaZtJ-VRLaiWA9Z7jt3m-_YUtkyzMPI6ZXD-owTTH1MMUQhwcriRpCdocZ9Jef-f4UF4NEoIurrw1IrzDBMbGPz1WNCnptcXEJDRSnEwf3iWpf1tROuo0R_wun5LeLufI4efZKn2oQghtpIgZ/w400-h270/1j.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Several tenants occupied the house up until Robert Lincoln deeded the house to the state of Illinois in June of 1887. President Nixon established the house as the Lincoln Home National Historic Site in 1971/72 (<a href="https://coord.info/GC963C" target="_blank">GC963C</a>).</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Pictured below is Abraham Lincoln's "campaign bus" which he used to travel around in while running for office. A big difference compared to today's 45 foot luxury motorcoaches!</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4PJqfglcOIGRVQ9Rn0gbKDoMTj6uyUf17rxv7-Eu-RiS09mBxqQ3LlBCf1nGTUW_UK3YmkqECVAYMmki1tXaTcV78jP7V3PIS415bJSE3WuzzWzv9S6gWVSHU29mrmxzlURcn0uBqcql4T3cx8QnHck6G4ABELSVpOyAGLs5FcpCcGvrdK2w-Nnn/s1629/1k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1629" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4PJqfglcOIGRVQ9Rn0gbKDoMTj6uyUf17rxv7-Eu-RiS09mBxqQ3LlBCf1nGTUW_UK3YmkqECVAYMmki1tXaTcV78jP7V3PIS415bJSE3WuzzWzv9S6gWVSHU29mrmxzlURcn0uBqcql4T3cx8QnHck6G4ABELSVpOyAGLs5FcpCcGvrdK2w-Nnn/w400-h242/1k.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Two blocks away from the Lincoln House is Union Square. Union Station opened in 1898 as the passenger terminal for the Illinois Central (IC) Railroad. Francis T. Bacon, an IC architect, designed the station. The current 110-foot-tall clock tower is a reconstruction replacement of the original which was removed in 1946.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypyLiPclzbVQ4oKIvnIezMldwbnT75Y3aBIPxbm8l1XolmFowRJIb6kQwgn5iWB5fv8MMo5HYmEbyfbO5EjasW1Jp-Jq_MVYeliPnSltHM02_oVv-QFxX1AtVPWx_LonpkL2U9ycAp3H6mIJ-uONI8wIh97aggFeQaFxyt2fJXNYtZrY_GJz5EBqc/s2016/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypyLiPclzbVQ4oKIvnIezMldwbnT75Y3aBIPxbm8l1XolmFowRJIb6kQwgn5iWB5fv8MMo5HYmEbyfbO5EjasW1Jp-Jq_MVYeliPnSltHM02_oVv-QFxX1AtVPWx_LonpkL2U9ycAp3H6mIJ-uONI8wIh97aggFeQaFxyt2fJXNYtZrY_GJz5EBqc/w400-h196/1h.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Vacated by the railroad in 1971, Union Station was rehabilitated by the Scully family in 1985 for retail use. The State of Illinois leased the building for offices in 1990, eventually purchasing it in 1990. A rehabilitation began in 2005 returning the train station to the turn-of-the-century appearance.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On this public square and in surrounding buildings (<a href="https://coord.info/GCMNH3" target="_blank">GCMNH3</a>), Lincoln and his family and friends purchased goods, attended parties, enjoyed picnics and parades, watched theatricals, and listened to concerts and lectures.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnV_oLyPDjd7pQ-65ViqiZPQ2iQexKXP2fkjR8taJqWdMp03PRyj9gPaS1GikI7l6wAqgqJRRI4x9wREX23bKgmQk9oQ9swYAq-H3RfLUmT1LxQCXZHIvehkk669wN_OPK0S9tRdNQhd4vos4lFxC-kHpLeJtKIU8zW2rgTutJNkscnlj2uke14Nzq/s1394/1l%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1394" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnV_oLyPDjd7pQ-65ViqiZPQ2iQexKXP2fkjR8taJqWdMp03PRyj9gPaS1GikI7l6wAqgqJRRI4x9wREX23bKgmQk9oQ9swYAq-H3RfLUmT1LxQCXZHIvehkk669wN_OPK0S9tRdNQhd4vos4lFxC-kHpLeJtKIU8zW2rgTutJNkscnlj2uke14Nzq/w400-h282/1l%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In law offices and courtrooms overlooking this square he honed his skills of persuasion. In storefront discussions and street corner gatherings he perfected the art of politics. Then, as his understanding matured and his convictions deepened, he took his place among the leaders of his time, addressing the people of the nation in powerful and eloquent words that echoed beyond this small prairie capital.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97mNiEt-8PrZ74aXliBEwTGlMvVqv7TXTryrZigYVSoyNyTdRY5JRGxAwozHBPLFivdn_kQarq44yIlET9IYdAa4l-h1PvWvzJOrDZgQ1Y3_TJqTCNsZKhSvynPnqAeigXG85LjotStbVLgKzhLbSAQCr2XkHAp6Kx5D9-84DyJqGQAfaIV4J90Rt/s1195/1i.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1195" data-original-width="722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97mNiEt-8PrZ74aXliBEwTGlMvVqv7TXTryrZigYVSoyNyTdRY5JRGxAwozHBPLFivdn_kQarq44yIlET9IYdAa4l-h1PvWvzJOrDZgQ1Y3_TJqTCNsZKhSvynPnqAeigXG85LjotStbVLgKzhLbSAQCr2XkHAp6Kx5D9-84DyJqGQAfaIV4J90Rt/w242-h400/1i.jpg" width="242" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our next stop in Springfield, Illinois along our President Abraham Lincoln Sightseeing History Tour was at the Oak Ridge Cemetery. Upon entering the cemetery, there are multiple veterans memorials near the entrance. This one pictured below is the Illinois Vietnam Veterans Memorial (<a href="https://coord.info/GCE6FF" target="_blank">GCE6FF</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHTN_LWUrFHrqCHQ_1Un0NRokhoEw647ruiIeE_ycxr-WR9QVAVfHyUajO5aZhJnXe87h0uDVf6VqRhpf-riZ1G3WmQvA6elZcO60K1jDbwc875p1U_b5r9mqwNxRn1pZJXIxUIctMP19GuKOxJTI54Mk4VvUCha9lN2IJNJSpxXU0NfYnLtSlmfqy/s1895/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1895" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHTN_LWUrFHrqCHQ_1Un0NRokhoEw647ruiIeE_ycxr-WR9QVAVfHyUajO5aZhJnXe87h0uDVf6VqRhpf-riZ1G3WmQvA6elZcO60K1jDbwc875p1U_b5r9mqwNxRn1pZJXIxUIctMP19GuKOxJTI54Mk4VvUCha9lN2IJNJSpxXU0NfYnLtSlmfqy/w400-h206/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After Lincoln's </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>assassination and services in Washington D.C., his body was placed on a train for his final trip back home to Springfield. His casket, along with his son Williams who died at the White House in 1862, was placed in this receiving vault at the Oak Ridge Cemetery in May of 1865. They remained here under guard until December of 1865 when the construction of another temporary tomb was completed.</b></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehmh8fnZ5rRABJUeZs36PhC2SYWs-f1Rci6zT8bPz83h6J_xsMYECjZmu9zTwMLev115UzL7rpJa_80CQOfJMgj9X95fdxtkbZ29jdBU9jpzVvElGbRSAo1EveiXNTTyLClkwlli8aMVzDjoR-T6Ilb_XQ2A--juqAvRKIK6Sv-ZaAOz50aXWwTcn/s1801/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1801" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehmh8fnZ5rRABJUeZs36PhC2SYWs-f1Rci6zT8bPz83h6J_xsMYECjZmu9zTwMLev115UzL7rpJa_80CQOfJMgj9X95fdxtkbZ29jdBU9jpzVvElGbRSAo1EveiXNTTyLClkwlli8aMVzDjoR-T6Ilb_XQ2A--juqAvRKIK6Sv-ZaAOz50aXWwTcn/w400-h216/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The granite monument below, erected in 1900, memorializes the location of the temporary second tomb. The temporary vault held the bodies of President Abraham Lincoln and his sons Edward and William from December 1865 until September 1871, when they were moved to the partially completed tomb. Built into the lower portion on the left side of the monument, is the marble slab which used to be inside the receiving vault upon which his casket was first put to rest. (looks like a white door in the photo)</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia50rIn4P9oV0a9BgXwNUcKAMmObOWwpWsm1lce1lYgrfb81GG5NAOZLi2Vag9ehqCVhmTkygwtGdvyb2XfHdd9lTRhc-Cjlu5nmqZA5NO2ZFuBQVH7pEsAiRdtgSGs2R5nuJzaObSW0qFolXxbUdpA3d74f79WZ04hgMIGQBuHbdViZBwzKUhZbr9/s1418/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1418" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia50rIn4P9oV0a9BgXwNUcKAMmObOWwpWsm1lce1lYgrfb81GG5NAOZLi2Vag9ehqCVhmTkygwtGdvyb2XfHdd9lTRhc-Cjlu5nmqZA5NO2ZFuBQVH7pEsAiRdtgSGs2R5nuJzaObSW0qFolXxbUdpA3d74f79WZ04hgMIGQBuHbdViZBwzKUhZbr9/w400-h276/1g.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In 1871, three years after construction began, Lincoln's body and three of his sons were placed in crypts in the unfinished structure. The memorial was completed in 1874. Now, you would think that this was the FINAL resting place of President Abraham Lincoln. However, I leave you to read "the rest of the story" as Paul Harvey used to say. Go to the <a href="https://www.nps.gov/parkhistory/online_books/presidents/site19.htm" target="_blank">National Park Service</a> website to read about the attempted theft of Lincoln's body and that it was moved 5 more times before being placed ten feet below the floor of the burial chamber as requested by his only remaining son, Robert Todd Lincoln.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvmjjIvaLH-0O7lIIVj_JITBr5othAfE_86LbmgyP8vn2J57qJSI2lRfbJW8UEQIYefTHs4wvszwwkqHxdy7mJK9-ARi4KRWQPXy-HP21VhjV_uA6VOrByo0Jqk1c059a12bTXMDexIk64nOU3gl4cgCIlGZnklXmb4fP7j4MgCOCLb9wfiL_TfNE/s935/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="723" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvmjjIvaLH-0O7lIIVj_JITBr5othAfE_86LbmgyP8vn2J57qJSI2lRfbJW8UEQIYefTHs4wvszwwkqHxdy7mJK9-ARi4KRWQPXy-HP21VhjV_uA6VOrByo0Jqk1c059a12bTXMDexIk64nOU3gl4cgCIlGZnklXmb4fP7j4MgCOCLb9wfiL_TfNE/w308-h400/1d-2.jpg" width="308" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In the center of the chamber is this huge sarcophagus, ten feet above Lincoln's body. Along the back wall are five chambers, one for his wife Mary Todd Lincoln, three of his four sons, and a grandson.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-nTiuE899rG_IOZIF6-AsQuN3PNYZfZjMpp10-SIwKZmG4cc2j0GlpYVC47B2t3TCBBEvpZHgdTynDSDCx-j_zs8ebYqwbonYoseXt1ZFG9zLTtjDTgFjrV2HNSQePZgS59JgomYQfEIG4EvzZEgSTEydeaDG0-3--tNYL3m1qs8mW44mx9HLQP7/s1875/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1875" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-nTiuE899rG_IOZIF6-AsQuN3PNYZfZjMpp10-SIwKZmG4cc2j0GlpYVC47B2t3TCBBEvpZHgdTynDSDCx-j_zs8ebYqwbonYoseXt1ZFG9zLTtjDTgFjrV2HNSQePZgS59JgomYQfEIG4EvzZEgSTEydeaDG0-3--tNYL3m1qs8mW44mx9HLQP7/w400-h208/1e.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Finally moving on into Decatur and Macon County. This Texaco Gas Station (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7B80A" target="_blank">GC7B80A</a>) originally opened in the 1930's. Having changed hands several times, it eventually became an automotive detail shop. The building was in pretty bad shape until the current owner purchased it. Over a period of 6 years, the property was brought up to code and the whole place was restored to it's original 1930's state you see today. The station is slowly being filled with period equipment and furniture. The only thing missing now is the gas pump itself.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nfyLFolXOien-E3kjt990woEbeHLwjYCHgWO6zjCgh3TI6BN5MKu3lORQIG50jig_T7pWXZO8UDBbm6POvLi_y2jHAf_Ax0s-BO5VJcGRIqG9kb-z765oeIvSU8Z_3dAkl3kfHyh7J6stFpxdV1RJRbsT91Ryp7eWuGdEA_l8FhO_YbVA9na2SVO/s1633/1l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1633" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nfyLFolXOien-E3kjt990woEbeHLwjYCHgWO6zjCgh3TI6BN5MKu3lORQIG50jig_T7pWXZO8UDBbm6POvLi_y2jHAf_Ax0s-BO5VJcGRIqG9kb-z765oeIvSU8Z_3dAkl3kfHyh7J6stFpxdV1RJRbsT91Ryp7eWuGdEA_l8FhO_YbVA9na2SVO/w400-h240/1l.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Also in Decatur at the Greenwood Cemetery is the Illinois Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers Memorial and another geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC32HMJ" target="_blank">GC32HMJ</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY7CqhKZckiLKEVYl1I_e5TzyXQoyKDNFytPt6b64J04HwcU7Ga9vTVmW-ekouNF75MMUPCiSXyCw4w06ISvhEl1vzOIr4VQyy5_IO077ERSttD6pT0GlCBzBSuznntXQX3spWpXYV2MKu43Gmg9Pv1atz8TnP6V4YE09sHvK8PnOysrsRGVCv5BL/s2016/1m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQY7CqhKZckiLKEVYl1I_e5TzyXQoyKDNFytPt6b64J04HwcU7Ga9vTVmW-ekouNF75MMUPCiSXyCw4w06ISvhEl1vzOIr4VQyy5_IO077ERSttD6pT0GlCBzBSuznntXQX3spWpXYV2MKu43Gmg9Pv1atz8TnP6V4YE09sHvK8PnOysrsRGVCv5BL/w400-h196/1m.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Heading southeast down State Road 121 into Moultrie County, we make a quick geocaching roadside stop (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3MV8K" target="_blank">GC3MV8K</a>) at the Illinois Department of Natural Resources Public Archery Range.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I had decided to take this little detour south-eastward before continuing southwest in order to stop for more historical places along the Lincoln History Tour.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Reaching Coles County near the towns of Lena and Campbell, is our next geocache (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GC1MEC5" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GC1MEC5</a><b>). It is here where you'll find the Shiloh Presbyterian Church and the Thomas Lincoln Cemetery. Thomas Lincoln died in 1851 and was buried in what was then called the Gordon Burial Ground. As was common in many poor rural communities, Thomas Lincoln's marker was probably no more than a simple rock placed to mark the gravesite. Many years later, however, Abraham Lincoln's nephew, John J. Hall, would tell a Lincoln biographer that Abraham had carved the initials T. L. onto a board which he placed upon the grave during his last visit in January 1861 before heading to the White House.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGJhHfdE7vzb9-p-whQ2N1CKEMvIKsK2g9hAHwO7NAklqYSoZARXF6ngUN2KH5ZFiY5sBgdz1O-6BQw9ZroNeuhwiGlSUNSuTIbt_ZgDgffHKbvj5l82C13EOeYn7TM6gdrB3FQGbdhfaNnQ_VBLTARuhqJo-QZheUoIKdVcQyhRneWTpO8VLrKCw/s1610/1o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1610" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGJhHfdE7vzb9-p-whQ2N1CKEMvIKsK2g9hAHwO7NAklqYSoZARXF6ngUN2KH5ZFiY5sBgdz1O-6BQw9ZroNeuhwiGlSUNSuTIbt_ZgDgffHKbvj5l82C13EOeYn7TM6gdrB3FQGbdhfaNnQ_VBLTARuhqJo-QZheUoIKdVcQyhRneWTpO8VLrKCw/w400-h244/1o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Whether Thomas Lincoln's marker was a stone or a board, no permanent marker could be placed by local friends and by Thomas' grandson, Robert Todd Lincoln. Those donation ensured the tombstones eventual erection in 1880. The current marker was actually installed later by the Illinois Lions Club to replaced the original, which unfortunately, had been chipped away at by souvenir seekers over the years.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9TPiCrtuV4zUHwBed2cRqlWGIembvib4owEUYif9T3JaD4NnXLz_aEWkvVYmZnyTxqC3uPCm1QyVDOqGHPHrFgAdvyn5KF5U8Esd5061EiceDcSMCoVhlV84rEnctTtcGgtg7a6ag8VbUQ3jHhBTKFdql13JCl3R7xtj3xJ45i_IDLKK_QNPQaAm/s1245/1n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1245" data-original-width="723" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9TPiCrtuV4zUHwBed2cRqlWGIembvib4owEUYif9T3JaD4NnXLz_aEWkvVYmZnyTxqC3uPCm1QyVDOqGHPHrFgAdvyn5KF5U8Esd5061EiceDcSMCoVhlV84rEnctTtcGgtg7a6ag8VbUQ3jHhBTKFdql13JCl3R7xtj3xJ45i_IDLKK_QNPQaAm/w232-h400/1n.jpg" width="232" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Located on the Lincoln Highway, just down the road from the cemetery, the Lincoln Log Cabin State Historic Site preserves the last farm and home of Thomas and Sarah Bush Lincoln. The Lincoln family moved to the farm in 1837 and after Abraham had established his residence in Springfield. Although Lincoln never lived here with his father and stepmother, he stopped here to bid farewell to his stepmother on his way to the White House in January of 1861. There are also three geocaches here on the Lincoln Farm (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8B2NZ" target="_blank">GC8B2NZ</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC8B2WM" target="_blank">GC8B2WM</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC891A4" target="_blank">GC891A4</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyuismk0wTKWr5ENXz-YTQQ4JwwNw12kLP81sHS6qolRumNxgK01LuVDIDFJ-ZGn-m66N0XwItCSHR7D90Ns-oO7vNE_jFPCUrCTWwRuNipmdBTFcki02rS218R6uy_GJrkuTOdI6T1A10aAfppC_u-O1iY5bN6EQEs6wr8jYsEhKBM2UvmrUkPU5T/s1631/1p.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="1631" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyuismk0wTKWr5ENXz-YTQQ4JwwNw12kLP81sHS6qolRumNxgK01LuVDIDFJ-ZGn-m66N0XwItCSHR7D90Ns-oO7vNE_jFPCUrCTWwRuNipmdBTFcki02rS218R6uy_GJrkuTOdI6T1A10aAfppC_u-O1iY5bN6EQEs6wr8jYsEhKBM2UvmrUkPU5T/w400-h232/1p.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>From the Lincoln Farm, we drove south towards I-70 because we were running out of daylight and needed to put some miles behind us. We crossed over into Cumberland County and the town of Greenup for our next county geocache. It was located at the Greenup Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC5C8CE" target="_blank">GC5C8CE</a>). Located along the Old National Road, burials date back to the early 1800's. No time to look but just a quick glance around. Nothing got my attention so onto the Interstate westbound.</b></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">We drove straight through Effingham County because I had already completed that one from back in my truck driving days. Then stopping in Fayette County for two geocaches. The first was in the Guy Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2J8TY" target="_blank">GC2J8TY</a>) in St Elmo. Again just a quick glance around and moved on.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Two exits later, we got back off into the town of Vandalia for a geocache with hundreds of favorite points. The Great Kaskaskia Dragon (<a href="https://coord.info/GCHWFZ" target="_blank">GCHWFZ</a>) is this huge metal sculpture of a fire-breathing dragon and knight in armor. Unfortunately the dragon's fire had been </b><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>extinguished</b></span><b style="font-family: arial;"> during our visit.</b></div>
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<p></p></div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Springfield, IL, USA39.781721300000008 -89.650148111.471487463821163 -124.8063981 68.091955136178854 -54.493898099999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-84597016747902926602022-12-30T20:20:00.001-06:002022-12-31T10:06:28.381-06:002021-03-28: Visiting Presidents Lincoln and Reagan in Illinois on Day 6 of Turning a 1400 Mile Road Trip into a 3404 Mile Adventure!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Welcome back friends, family, RV'ers, Geocachers, Jeepers, and fellow travelers of the open roads. In this edition of our AwayWeGo Adventures blog, we pick up where we left off yesterday at the state line entering Illinois from Indiana. We spent the whole day in Illinois as we grabbed new geocaching counties and picked up some Presidents Lincoln and Reagan historical sites. And a really cool college ghost campus along the way! There's no debate about it, we've got lots to show you. So join us as we do some sightseeing along Illinois backroads...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYLF8a2OeMHdRNR6hbm5c-beHs196HxSMB_8HGkPm5A9aYmA8dpxjaupJuteBAkJvs0DJszpP41JG3HVrgynXZ80fdCBMDRFPL0OiMBlV1w4JTmiXDhbKEaI2cIm7W2s7LYkZUPaZxtMHeFFAy1dJm7FJ0D_MySAwC3pChIxmyXC3o-yAEDWS_uM2/s1544/00.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1544" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYLF8a2OeMHdRNR6hbm5c-beHs196HxSMB_8HGkPm5A9aYmA8dpxjaupJuteBAkJvs0DJszpP41JG3HVrgynXZ80fdCBMDRFPL0OiMBlV1w4JTmiXDhbKEaI2cIm7W2s7LYkZUPaZxtMHeFFAy1dJm7FJ0D_MySAwC3pChIxmyXC3o-yAEDWS_uM2/w400-h254/00.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So yesterdays blog focused on the <a href="https://awaywego50.blogspot.com/2022/12/2021-03-27-visiting-birthplace-of-ben-hur.html">General Lew Wallace Study / Museum</a> and the Ben-Hur story. We did continue on and cross the state line that afternoon, but I wanted to hold those geocaching stops into todays Illinois post.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A geocache needed in Vermillion County was our next stop. Driving westbound on I-74 past Danville, is the Salt Kettle Rest Area. While many may stop for a much needed break at the rest area, few realize that there is a pioneer cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC35GC9" target="_blank">GC35GC9</a>) just a short hike along a trail to the east.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Edward M. Wilson was born 1785 in Ireland and immigrated to the United States in 1802 at age 17.
He served in the Battle of North Point, in Baltimore, MD, which occurred on Sept. 12, 1812 and the following 2 days, the Battle of Baltimore at Fort Henry occurred. During this battle and bombardment on Fort Henry, Francis Scott Key penned the words to The Star-Spangled Banner.
In 1832, Edward migrated west, married Caroline Searl on June 29, 1835 (she was born Feb. 23, 1811 in Mass.) and she died April 14, 1867 and is buried next to him here in Searl Cemetery. Edward died Sept. 4, 1840 age 55.
Edward bought property in Vermilion County in 1832 and before he died, he amassed quite a bit of property which included this family cemetery.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rx4KGlfkPJ216lCw3TPALkZ-5NwI-GL3aXSGEj7WTcuJDM85bZw4xYrC3Kw63MdNxzjv4N6vAb1dIeNIpfoRvmoKPdhViPQGKeXaAvjcfFxJ49I8yIbWeie-kIUXJDJesS2ZBNZybmUUa4iTkX4kSffvw8UGF76Ijrh0k2jRHvjCKwYsyIw_lNav/s988/1aa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="717" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rx4KGlfkPJ216lCw3TPALkZ-5NwI-GL3aXSGEj7WTcuJDM85bZw4xYrC3Kw63MdNxzjv4N6vAb1dIeNIpfoRvmoKPdhViPQGKeXaAvjcfFxJ49I8yIbWeie-kIUXJDJesS2ZBNZybmUUa4iTkX4kSffvw8UGF76Ijrh0k2jRHvjCKwYsyIw_lNav/w290-h400/1aa.jpg" width="290" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Moving west along I-74 into Champaign County, the was another cemetery right near the exit. That made for a quick geocaching find for the county (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2739Z" target="_blank">GC2739Z</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Passing through the northeast corner of Piatt County, there was a quick park and grab geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6CA0A" target="_blank">GC6CA0A</a>) right at the exit that allowed us to continue moving and putting miles behind us. And the same thing just a few miles further in DeWitt County (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3X0ZC" target="_blank">GC3X0ZC</a>). I already had McLean County from my truck driving days back in 2008, so we turned north on I-39 in Bloomington to Woodford County. There we grabbed a quick roadside cemetery cache near the small town of El Paso (<a href="https://coord.info/GC971CA" target="_blank">GC971CA</a>), didn't know there was an El Paso in Illinois.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing north into Marshall County, there was an earthcache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1BRDJ" target="_blank">GC1BRDJ</a>) I decided to stop for. An earthcache is a geocache without a traditional container and logsheet. To get credit for the cache, you are to observe something geological there and answer the specified questions within the description on the cache page. At this location in the middle of vast farmland is this huge boulder sitting where it's difficult to find even the smallest of rocks. Supposedly this was carried down to this location on ancient glaciers and left here when they melted.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjCWCqBsfFcZTVAVTMWCyS8kLCqbR1nwO8OnmWcb7AIESlrwnUZVU0RwesOn69w17rri-mJRtSF7CEHTZfhzSUazJ1TLinPX5WTQCZSZ0KO5ZTDZGAcXgOJzGo1a3nh7CmhGHfd6V0vwtoGiIX7k687wIEV2vsujbk3oMIWOz6EiD2N4ZGAKRcbp2/s1716/1ab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1716" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjCWCqBsfFcZTVAVTMWCyS8kLCqbR1nwO8OnmWcb7AIESlrwnUZVU0RwesOn69w17rri-mJRtSF7CEHTZfhzSUazJ1TLinPX5WTQCZSZ0KO5ZTDZGAcXgOJzGo1a3nh7CmhGHfd6V0vwtoGiIX7k687wIEV2vsujbk3oMIWOz6EiD2N4ZGAKRcbp2/w400-h228/1ab.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Making good time and now up in LaSalle County, we stopped for a quick geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC473T0" target="_blank">GC473T0</a>), some fuel, and some food. Then a quick geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC17KM8" target="_blank">GC17KM8</a>) stop at the Willow Creek Northbound Rest Area.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then we took the Lincoln Highway east over into DeKalb County for two cemetery geocaches (<a href="https://coord.info/GC7PRVY" target="_blank">GC7PRVY</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC8D9GA" target="_blank">GC8D9GA</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgcTn7oAmHV8IaM_a3KaXWVxLQl4CMbI_48yVYn7yg7w_sXPNx3qflthi0j3VjilwHzaok8o0gxJDjMur5Arv7B6vfPyEoA5T99ug99Nv90Qu0E0BeD1SUU9QGZoHqaFfqZpvHSTvTeFFEyQoXFSfoCXs2OcxXjElMjLsZUn2FnXPb8rJy-l4iuZ_/s2016/1ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgcTn7oAmHV8IaM_a3KaXWVxLQl4CMbI_48yVYn7yg7w_sXPNx3qflthi0j3VjilwHzaok8o0gxJDjMur5Arv7B6vfPyEoA5T99ug99Nv90Qu0E0BeD1SUU9QGZoHqaFfqZpvHSTvTeFFEyQoXFSfoCXs2OcxXjElMjLsZUn2FnXPb8rJy-l4iuZ_/w400-h196/1ac.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Back to I-39 northbound, we stopped for a quick roadside geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC39RYA" target="_blank">GC39RYA</a>) near the exit in Ogle County. But it was missing and we had to DNF it. So I looked up another nearby cemetery geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4GVX3" target="_blank">GC4GVX3</a>) that was a little further out and found that one to get credit for the county.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So that finished up Day 5 from yesterday. Today we began in Rockford, IL. Now the original plan for our extended roadtrip going from North Carolina to Texas via the LONGWAY across the northern states, had us jumping up into Wisconsin and Minnesota also. But this morning we were met with an artic blast of temps in the low 30's and an expected high of only 45 degrees! And that was for Rockford. Why would we even want to go further north?? Change of plans...</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After some coffee and breakfast, we grabbed a quick parking lot geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC28T0P" target="_blank">GC28T0P</a>) for Winnebago County.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Because of the artic blast, I head west on I-90 instead of north. The next stop was a geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC5WQ5A" target="_blank">GC5WQ5A</a>) in Stephenson County. It was outside the old Lincoln School building. The front of the building says Lincoln School. On one side above the door it says Boys Entrance. On the other side it says Girls Entrance. I don't think it's a school anymore. Other than that, an hour of searching the web and I can't find any history on the building.</b></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBjRjEATBVme1PKw4xLYz-Uu1tV6hIEoz0smD6zlly0cbxzdoLGrqcv-z7yBTwsNhZPtGQhinGaNRvvbwrIY-gB4MBAHnPP9k0lrSkchqi5OVX_CaVFVnZHn73dS2H1zJvDgiu1hI0SU2ZTjiswQECCQRWpi_l0JRw0XkWZirG3KJL3pCO4GWPY_x/s2016/1ae.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBjRjEATBVme1PKw4xLYz-Uu1tV6hIEoz0smD6zlly0cbxzdoLGrqcv-z7yBTwsNhZPtGQhinGaNRvvbwrIY-gB4MBAHnPP9k0lrSkchqi5OVX_CaVFVnZHn73dS2H1zJvDgiu1hI0SU2ZTjiswQECCQRWpi_l0JRw0XkWZirG3KJL3pCO4GWPY_x/w400-h196/1ae.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A few blocks away was the historical Debate Square. In 1858, the Democratic Party was the majority party in Illinois and Douglas was by far the most popular member of this party. Lincoln was not well known because his party, the newly formed Republicans, were still trying to create an organization. As a result, Lincoln had trouble drawing crowds as he canvassed the state in his bid to unseat Douglas.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Finally Lincoln suggested to Douglas that the two of them share their platform and divide their speaking time. Douglas had nothing to gain by agreeing with Lincoln, but loving a good political brawl, Douglas agreed to Lincoln's proposal.</b></span></div><br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7X9YPXmDTsdG5zCzCVGQC5976hso71HWLpdVCuMHLjFshD5mSkfOGkT9YqErUVIt8LhkAxFbF29UsAu1IcUQeb5vSwvXwVUZGyqrP7SkJKgOmdD3A7xXeGcVTiFLRLn5a2ACJeTddybAXfPvjS4RPK_MoPORXTLgdCskQfVSfXDsS_O6TK5ojOsj/s1984/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="1984" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7X9YPXmDTsdG5zCzCVGQC5976hso71HWLpdVCuMHLjFshD5mSkfOGkT9YqErUVIt8LhkAxFbF29UsAu1IcUQeb5vSwvXwVUZGyqrP7SkJKgOmdD3A7xXeGcVTiFLRLn5a2ACJeTddybAXfPvjS4RPK_MoPORXTLgdCskQfVSfXDsS_O6TK5ojOsj/w400-h300/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo Bomb!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Seven debates were scheduled in each of the congressional districts in which the two had not already appeared in close proximity. Ottawa, Illinois was the location of the first debate on August 21, 1858. On this square in Freeport was the second debate on August 27, 1858.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">On the corner of the Stephenson County Courthouse Square is this Civil War Memorial honoring those citizens of this county who gave their lives during the war.</b></div></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGu5STIDYqueenlis5BaQgF9gnDQ4LGBFmLGLblpsGWCsU3GUZ9iQZZ_ljJ7Hdx4lYCBPcFIFcTPCRpSWrlFHygc9-drga7-Mco_H6xujPU8kam_fq5ViBQXVGRrLgopX1irNf6RY6dX37sCmqd7iTwC7C4J3nQmtO18UbVG78FhHWA6fk_fgP7zm/s1154/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1154" data-original-width="722" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGu5STIDYqueenlis5BaQgF9gnDQ4LGBFmLGLblpsGWCsU3GUZ9iQZZ_ljJ7Hdx4lYCBPcFIFcTPCRpSWrlFHygc9-drga7-Mco_H6xujPU8kam_fq5ViBQXVGRrLgopX1irNf6RY6dX37sCmqd7iTwC7C4J3nQmtO18UbVG78FhHWA6fk_fgP7zm/w250-h400/1b.jpg" width="250" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>One more county in the northwest corner of the state and we take the very backroads to get to the nearest two geocaches. The first was along a heavily wooded area on the north side of the Ward's Grove Nature Preserve (<a href="https://coord.info/GC302PR" target="_blank">GC302PR</a>). The geocache was hidden by the rock wall in the back near the shallow cave-like openings. As thick as this looks now, I'm just glad spring hadn't sprung yet and the whole area covered in foliage!</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjUdEIU2uf2uVWa6bc5MOUPb06w5FCz7fCX7Wpm230Ts68shz8BuWMXAT9iyfkypauvdhD9ItHqzZ7ah4Z6UrHCeNOWlHfrL99R4RgEr8u6O4lG_sqtVpfXi6OrvHKppEVxsOQR3tW4EqMRuStixNSOo8sWkoCoLncBha886m2OghBDipbXfuT-8H/s2016/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjUdEIU2uf2uVWa6bc5MOUPb06w5FCz7fCX7Wpm230Ts68shz8BuWMXAT9iyfkypauvdhD9ItHqzZ7ah4Z6UrHCeNOWlHfrL99R4RgEr8u6O4lG_sqtVpfXi6OrvHKppEVxsOQR3tW4EqMRuStixNSOo8sWkoCoLncBha886m2OghBDipbXfuT-8H/w400-h196/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The second geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8PA44" target="_blank">GC8PA44</a>) in this county was further down a rural country road to view a tree carving on the lawn of a farm house. This is a carving of Chief Black Hawk, between this site and the Black Hawk Monument at Kellogg’s Grove is where the skirmish of 1832 took place.
Makataimeshekiakiak (“Black Sparrow Hawk”) was known to European-Americans as Black Hawk. Born around 1767 in the village of Saukenuk, he grew up very anti-American supporting the British during the war of 1812. Commonly referred to as “Chief,” he has no official position in his tribe. He did, possess, however, natural leadership skills that caused many warriors to follow him.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkdzCpzKgXx6L699YynpKTQTT1Q2ZQCZZ226TZFXe197O2W8anLHqgdnto6a9jkw45U1kzEA4_JcpaMp1-wwUPG4aHKK9OHAfTdSWEIN0D09V8MZ7QEVF2lxYqnT6hSPtKaq7ih3MFl1n1iYt25UKoX5kVmdZKiKl-7T_EyAUXmvM28clgv18OJRv/s913/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="723" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkdzCpzKgXx6L699YynpKTQTT1Q2ZQCZZ226TZFXe197O2W8anLHqgdnto6a9jkw45U1kzEA4_JcpaMp1-wwUPG4aHKK9OHAfTdSWEIN0D09V8MZ7QEVF2lxYqnT6hSPtKaq7ih3MFl1n1iYt25UKoX5kVmdZKiKl-7T_EyAUXmvM28clgv18OJRv/w316-h400/1d.jpg" width="316" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Working our way south now towards warmer weather, the next county on the list is Carroll County. I have three geocaches selected here and the first two are in the town of Mount Carroll. The Shimer College Campus (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8FXG4" target="_blank">GC8FXG4</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC5FGN9" target="_blank">GC5FGN9</a>) was originally founded as the Mount Carroll Seminary in 1852 by Francis Shimer. It grew from just 11 students in one room to over 100 students in four main classroom buildings. And it was primarily an all girls school ranging in ages as young as 3 to college students. There were some boys that had attended over the years, but they were only allowed to be day students not living on campus.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAd3QqyoCK9l_VNjErVZ4_m3vXcVaReGxSnRlgDmmzPxZhLS4ydIf85cI5agq5eWl4ew32p7He8mVMHle7arxlcjHfQYyntrkejYjjpJwvAdULaMY4kmLYgGLT9NG2V_HF15tL0JdFnTltaUOcq08EagqrPE2zT5B9Kmy9A_N7UNwqvhb7Q02uQ9kU/s1847/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1847" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAd3QqyoCK9l_VNjErVZ4_m3vXcVaReGxSnRlgDmmzPxZhLS4ydIf85cI5agq5eWl4ew32p7He8mVMHle7arxlcjHfQYyntrkejYjjpJwvAdULaMY4kmLYgGLT9NG2V_HF15tL0JdFnTltaUOcq08EagqrPE2zT5B9Kmy9A_N7UNwqvhb7Q02uQ9kU/w400-h212/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In 1896, the school partnered with the University of Chicago and the Baptist Church and became the Francis Shimer Academy. Over the years there were many changes as the college struggled financially and admissions rose and fell. In 1950 the name was changed the Shimer College and it became </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>coeducational school once again. The highest number of students was in the 1960's with just over 500 attending classes. Disagreements with the older more conservative faculty and the younger faculty and students of the late 1960's led to a third of the students and some faculty leaving. Several bankruptcies and school closers later, the yearly student enrollments fell below 100 and around 50 most of the time. In 1979 the school board decided to move classes to the town of Waukegan, Illinois.</b></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVO8XyLVPN95LA22Tj8r0Ob-59fyI8LDt0oMtzHchCt8EscmwPapxql7EUZUA7qDj5ExsNRnr_VGGxIxko4yCvkP4dV_LxhJwMPwyKcnuTFoOVo70E8zc63rwLhUpLmSXzHxPCUbO-6tWopJMTOG6XR_tdqRzEyHIxau1z-zeOYhjkyAluTRDyb65l/s1791/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1791" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVO8XyLVPN95LA22Tj8r0Ob-59fyI8LDt0oMtzHchCt8EscmwPapxql7EUZUA7qDj5ExsNRnr_VGGxIxko4yCvkP4dV_LxhJwMPwyKcnuTFoOVo70E8zc63rwLhUpLmSXzHxPCUbO-6tWopJMTOG6XR_tdqRzEyHIxau1z-zeOYhjkyAluTRDyb65l/w400-h218/1e.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>During the 1980's, a group of Mount Carroll residents organized the Restoration College Association which later became the Campbell Center for Historic Preservation Studies to prevent the campus from being broken up. As I walked around this campus, the more than a dozen buildings appeared to be abandoned. I kept thinking to myself that these would be cool to own, restore and turn them into something useful. Well that is currently the intent. It is now call Shimer Square and more than $30 Million will be invested over the coming years to convert building to housing, business, and community amenities. You can read about the future plans and progress <a href="https://www.economicgrowthcorporation.com/shimer-square.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>OK, back to geocaching. From there we drove over to State Road 84 which follows along the banks of the Mississippi River, stopping for a quick cemetery cache in the town of Ayers (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8C16J" target="_blank">GC8C16J</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6F0uHlXqkwbVuXsk63_SdXudzI3zLjGa7YBfw8CmGqMUoCRChZSeXcUkEa-pbCaxbPlDv2ZkD_WRC6wyP01SG4Xrgq8dxUfhBRiQ6JXVOqdOqKfZ_M5JBYFUAOuzi1SWEms5MrUkPPgqTQbwEUJWkQgGRBi-NEg8teqhFrZBVTd7dRY88OEDz-S1/s1837/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1837" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6F0uHlXqkwbVuXsk63_SdXudzI3zLjGa7YBfw8CmGqMUoCRChZSeXcUkEa-pbCaxbPlDv2ZkD_WRC6wyP01SG4Xrgq8dxUfhBRiQ6JXVOqdOqKfZ_M5JBYFUAOuzi1SWEms5MrUkPPgqTQbwEUJWkQgGRBi-NEg8teqhFrZBVTd7dRY88OEDz-S1/w400-h214/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing south into Whiteside County and the town of Fulton, we stopped at Calvary Hill Cemetery for our next geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC39WDR" target="_blank">GC39WDR</a>). Resting atop the hill overlooking the great river is a historical headstone of presidential significance. Buried in this cemetery are President Ronald Reagan's paternal Irish ancestors. His great-grandparents, Michael and Catherine Mulcahey Reagan, emigrated in 1856 and after Michael's 1884 burial in Calvary Hill Cemetery, Catherine and three children moved to Fulton. One son, John, married Jennie Cusick. Both died in their thirties and left four orphans. One of those was Jack, whom became the father of the future president. A total of 16 Reagan relatives are buried here.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cxcWXaRXQzBSQIm7_4Vh-hl_Fjfjgh35oVDMjzSJ5ey98m6yfL6JvAQiD0GBhbfu2dxvP73BfI-L1oGNx2xMrWRT4qVh4qiIxa6ePWiZLTw7tx0zb9IFiwQi_Ui68czOEfWqXRwLtRFP39MrqeMMTMKDs52CrmLjN2ECzfdfNRnSGhR4U0fyLZ1a/s1516/1j.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1516" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cxcWXaRXQzBSQIm7_4Vh-hl_Fjfjgh35oVDMjzSJ5ey98m6yfL6JvAQiD0GBhbfu2dxvP73BfI-L1oGNx2xMrWRT4qVh4qiIxa6ePWiZLTw7tx0zb9IFiwQi_Ui68czOEfWqXRwLtRFP39MrqeMMTMKDs52CrmLjN2ECzfdfNRnSGhR4U0fyLZ1a/w400-h258/1j.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>"The small town atmosphere of Tampico played an important role in Reagan's formative years. As a child he played on a cannon in the park. Both of Reagan's parents were known for their acting ability in productions at Burden's Opera House on Main Street. Ronald Reagan became a sports announcer, a well-known movie star, served as Governor of California from 1967-1975, and then President of the United States from 1981-1989. He died in 2004 and is buried at the Regan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, California."</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9VhIEtwbwgkxSoqa0vyUi4pTuMK0XkbpDxrAxTaen5Tmj56CWALnfs59F-NO8UHZoSiDSkQqLs_j-tNmI1FJqiTD04FSr1KWUyC5UaacErScfPfi11nLxPAG3yhBLI9SlUQTR2CfeAK8zDUOQiX5mkRhyIBjS_XL_qdxNxodq3G2ogGPdt9HuekN/s1069/1k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9VhIEtwbwgkxSoqa0vyUi4pTuMK0XkbpDxrAxTaen5Tmj56CWALnfs59F-NO8UHZoSiDSkQqLs_j-tNmI1FJqiTD04FSr1KWUyC5UaacErScfPfi11nLxPAG3yhBLI9SlUQTR2CfeAK8zDUOQiX5mkRhyIBjS_XL_qdxNxodq3G2ogGPdt9HuekN/w268-h400/1k.jpg" width="268" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Unfortunately the Reagan Birthplace Museum was closed while we were here and we didn't get a chance to take the tour.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now back over to the banks of the Mississippi River, we entered Rock Island County and the town of Rapids City. There we made a quick roadside geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC33PJR" target="_blank">GC33PJR</a>) find for the county.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Being so close, we took the I-80 bridge across the river into Iowa to check off a bucket list item. The American Pickers is a popular TV show and they happened to be based right there Le Claire, Iowa, just outside of Davenport. There's also a geocache hidden there too (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3MYET" target="_blank">GC3MYET</a>)! Well, we found the geocache but arrived just as two girls were locking the doors to leave. I didn't recognize either from the show, so no autographs.</b></span></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Illinois, USA40.6331249 -89.398528312.322891063821153 -124.5547783 68.943358736178851 -54.242278299999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-50999284803364761072022-12-23T21:34:00.000-06:002022-12-23T21:34:47.282-06:002021-03-27: Visiting the Birthplace of Ben Hur on Day 5 of Turning a 1400 Mile Road Trip into a 3404 Mile Adventure!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Today was a special geocaching roadtrip day. While I've never heard the name of General Lew Wallace before, I'm VERY familiar with his work. Or more specifically a 1959 interpretation of his work. In 1880 Lew Wallace's second book, "Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ", was published. Today we got to visit General Lew Wallace's Study and Library. So come aboard and join us on Day #5 of our 3404 mile road trip adventure. Today's journey has us finishing up Indiana and into Illinois. Are you in? Let's go for a drive...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7L6LuOLNtD9kSt7zRkRO7oPwqMLe4FZ0-pp6oSF0E4wXkkVhUphI89P_GlNPPmB3wMzlIQq3EoY1h2xCAg8BlUBb8_0VXqX7a1Qqmr7GrfYkvz570ItptrsjZGC-1kR_idzsDeJoRIM_qlKT92AdqcgpWK5p2Ndo9-pZfyP62THddT8_DFAHzkrDO/s1425/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1425" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7L6LuOLNtD9kSt7zRkRO7oPwqMLe4FZ0-pp6oSF0E4wXkkVhUphI89P_GlNPPmB3wMzlIQq3EoY1h2xCAg8BlUBb8_0VXqX7a1Qqmr7GrfYkvz570ItptrsjZGC-1kR_idzsDeJoRIM_qlKT92AdqcgpWK5p2Ndo9-pZfyP62THddT8_DFAHzkrDO/w400-h262/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We started out the day in Crawfordsville, Indiana in Montgomery County. The first stop was downtown for a virtual geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCHXCT" target="_blank">GCHXCT</a>). The Montgomery County rotary jail and sheriff's residence was built in 1882. The first rotary jail built in the United States constructed based on plans based on patented design of William H. Brown and Benjamin F. Haugh of Indianapolis. Used as a jail until 1973 and opened as a museum and restoration begun in 1975. It was also listed in the National Register of Historic Places in 1975.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The circular cell block has sixteen wedge-shaped cells on a two-story turntable around a central shaft. The design promised better prisoner security and jailer safety. The cell block was immobilized in the 1930's as a hazard to prisoners. County jails were first established in 1792 under laws of Northwest Territory; continued under laws of Indiana Territory and state constitutions of 1816 and 1851.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90YvaPEMFRAXuzRny0EDocujl8k0r0b55ikj9XJfSklEhHtXxE1ZcELylsE-MJam5SU9z-x056r81TNAOu4yD4lHSEUbtyMGoHewOJXJ6SpCfMlVpYIkRmUzTt0xvTzg_cx1aDzjPQo0yAverZ64rl-lQgC7UB-mTtZ1HhW_gKTb4EXtnPQ-LxjTj/s993/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="779" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi90YvaPEMFRAXuzRny0EDocujl8k0r0b55ikj9XJfSklEhHtXxE1ZcELylsE-MJam5SU9z-x056r81TNAOu4yD4lHSEUbtyMGoHewOJXJ6SpCfMlVpYIkRmUzTt0xvTzg_cx1aDzjPQo0yAverZ64rl-lQgC7UB-mTtZ1HhW_gKTb4EXtnPQ-LxjTj/w314-h400/1a.jpg" width="314" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We then drove over to the homesite of Lew Wallace. It was still a little early and the grounds and museum wasn't open yet. So the next three geocaches were located just outside the northwest side of town in the Oak Hill Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2JHCJ" target="_blank">GC2JHCJ</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GCVTJ8" target="_blank">GCVTJ8</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC2GGZB" target="_blank">GC2GGZB</a>). Formed on April 12, 1875, the Oak Hill Cemetery Company purchased 100 acres and the cemetery was dedicated on October 20th. Today the cemetery hosts over 14,000 interments.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Among the many notable </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>permanent residents here, like Civil War officers, Congressmen, a Governor, and others, is General Lew Wallace and his wife Susan Arnold Wallace. This is the monument for the Wallace burials. Let me first tell you about Susan Wallace.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Susan Arnold Elston was born on Christmas Day in 1830. She was an accomplished author who wrote travel articles for several magazines and newspapers across the country. Susan married Lew Wallace in 1852. She also wrote six books that were published in her lifetime: "The Storied Sea" (1883), "Ginevra" (1887), "The Land of the Pueblos" (1888), "The Repose in Egypt" (1888), "Along the Bosphorus and Other Sketches" (1898), and "The City of the King" (1903). Before her death in 1907, Susan completed Lew Wallace's 2-volume autobiography which he started before his death in 1905.</b></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7HXAdGccs0nsUblZNfEgHemuq6ROJCPIHxOz7xuTPIjOejefZLoDUvPjyfQSedXa4KyRlmnN9E6pYzA3t9Rp7cDycpBT_hxgRrl4tI0w5QMMio1RDHE6rAKB7-RDviPJXvo631AzUAVFNi33qP9yfd0fGAjwmgMIyAARIK56ybRQiH7OPUAJ19ts/s1160/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7HXAdGccs0nsUblZNfEgHemuq6ROJCPIHxOz7xuTPIjOejefZLoDUvPjyfQSedXa4KyRlmnN9E6pYzA3t9Rp7cDycpBT_hxgRrl4tI0w5QMMio1RDHE6rAKB7-RDviPJXvo631AzUAVFNi33qP9yfd0fGAjwmgMIyAARIK56ybRQiH7OPUAJ19ts/w248-h400/1b.jpg" width="248" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now back at the General Lew Wallace Study and Museum (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1EQWB" target="_blank">GC1EQWB</a>), these are the north grounds of the Wallace estate. Lew and Susan Wallace built their modest Victorian home on Elston Family land in 1868. The house was sold to outside the Wallace family in 1919. A brick wall was then built by Lew's son Henry to separate the two properties. The main house is still private property and not a part of the museum.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Upon entering the grounds, you'll first encounter the Carriage House which is now the museum office. The Wallace's built the carriage house by 1875. It contained a stall for Lew's horse, "Old John", a carriage room, a hay loft, and a workshop where Lew worked on his inventions. The house was first remodeled in 1946 and used by the girl scouts. The exterior was restored in 2006 retaining its Queen Ann elements from the 1800's. The interior was adapted to be used for the museum office, gift shop, exhibit room, kitchen and storage. The Wallace's original unrestored carriage (seen below) is located in the basement of the study.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEido6E6WxEK-J0WAktyvF5xD1P4Hs0IbI3ldCyTRQNHS8363u5oN1DbEI_pW4Ad5EaQQFZlTTk8au50T-7YZrdE7qbmewi7Vtt2uprlQ9g59C2bvKbQqnkvPldkzCciKkNWQPET9nhASaspj0X5V2x5XKob2FxfGt0tHPgSY002FQFNN9WOsqVeg1YJ/s1674/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1674" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEido6E6WxEK-J0WAktyvF5xD1P4Hs0IbI3ldCyTRQNHS8363u5oN1DbEI_pW4Ad5EaQQFZlTTk8au50T-7YZrdE7qbmewi7Vtt2uprlQ9g59C2bvKbQqnkvPldkzCciKkNWQPET9nhASaspj0X5V2x5XKob2FxfGt0tHPgSY002FQFNN9WOsqVeg1YJ/w400-h234/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Copied from the informative sign on the grounds: The Ben-Hur Beech Tree and Statue of Lew Wallace. "Its spreading branches droop to the ground... and under them I am shut in as by the walls of a towering green tent. How often while lending me its protection and fragrant coolness, it has been the sole witness of my struggle to whip an obstinate thought into comeliness of expression; and how often out of respect for me it has maintained a dignified silence when it might have laughed at my discomfiture." -- Lew Wallace, about his beloved tree.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Lew Wallace wrote much of his famous novel, Ben-Hur, under this huge tree which came to be known as the Ben-Hur Beech. Because he loved the outdoors, Lew often brought a favorite rocking chair and lap desk outside to work. The tree was struck by lightning in 1907 and taken down in 1908.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In 1910, the Indiana State Legislature honored Lew by placing a statue of him in Statuary Hall in Washington, D.C. Lew's son Henry was so impressed with sculptor Andrew O'Conner's work, that he ordered this bronze copy and placed it where the Ben-Hur Beech Tree once stood.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQJn_Afio-t1yB08hBFlx4_Jld_wEGZ3gtIwqYxftq3G5XAY7lGDESfFDIPPg4hOibq7SBGt_CsVfdIlmRBgeutf32F8PkJYSuVL7AT9_yFAAB52-_hGM57zjuxpHTBHkLMjinavJwm8vLbhb-ty9OmJl2QjFOR_mg9QGBbQFjqicfzRNPVClLiDm/s829/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="695" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQJn_Afio-t1yB08hBFlx4_Jld_wEGZ3gtIwqYxftq3G5XAY7lGDESfFDIPPg4hOibq7SBGt_CsVfdIlmRBgeutf32F8PkJYSuVL7AT9_yFAAB52-_hGM57zjuxpHTBHkLMjinavJwm8vLbhb-ty9OmJl2QjFOR_mg9QGBbQFjqicfzRNPVClLiDm/w336-h400/1d.jpg" width="336" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now for the main attraction. In 1879, Lew had written to his wife Susan: "I want a study, a pleasure-house for my soul, where no one could hear me make speeches to myself, and play the violin at midnight if I chose. A detached room away from the world and its worries. A place for my old age to rest in and grow reminiscent, fighting the battles of youth over again."</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Construction of his "pleasure-house," known today as the Lew Wallace Study, began in 1895. It was designed by Wallace himself and combines elements of the Greek, Roman, and Byzantine architecture that he saw in his travels. Lew Wallace enjoyed his refuge for the last ten years of his life.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24Hmv8rK7gmrsLKSNPmylN4D78ajPTaTSB6bhdQQkO2NYippxc8YirybPga9IvYgTZnl492iWlxNYWIrXzOHxjMWrO1q8719D_6XJWiE5cJsUvYCyrNLPAna1k6k9X5KY11G0eUcdPDSlFcMfReXKnFespfE0Za8wzJqlFa-eapZiTUcBnjVL3hkc/s1666/1x.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1666" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24Hmv8rK7gmrsLKSNPmylN4D78ajPTaTSB6bhdQQkO2NYippxc8YirybPga9IvYgTZnl492iWlxNYWIrXzOHxjMWrO1q8719D_6XJWiE5cJsUvYCyrNLPAna1k6k9X5KY11G0eUcdPDSlFcMfReXKnFespfE0Za8wzJqlFa-eapZiTUcBnjVL3hkc/w400-h235/1x.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Stepping inside the study was like stepping inside the mind of Lew Wallace. In his public life, Lew was a lawyer, a soldier, Union General during the Civil War, Governor of the New Mexico Territory, U.S. Ambassador to the Ottoman Empire, and author. As well as writing, he also enjoyed painting, fishing, music, reading, inventing, and the outdoors.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The first thing that caught my eye is what I was most interested in, the Ben-Hur display! The short sword was used in both the 1925 and 1959 movie. The wrist band was worn by Francis X. Bushman (Messala) in the 1925 movie. The album is a souvenir from the Broadway Play. The photo just to the left of the red Ben-Hur spice cans is of Charlton Heston while visiting the Lew Wallace Study in 1993.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The book is a "first edition, binding state 1" of Ben-Hur. This first edition was approximately 2,500 copies and featured a floral pattern on blue-gray cloth. Susan Wallace objected to the cover, so subsequent bindings of the first edition were brown mesh cloth (binding 2) and brown pebbled cloth (binding 3). While all these are considered first editions, the floral binding was the initial cover and the rarest. If you ever see one of those at a garage sale... BUY IT QUICKLY!!</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgho72D7ckT9TxQN9l2mM7R-JW46S9EQJMrvZvRsROfWDx984wnhsSSaHDB5yP7AdsAQsvrMR74aOHCZcNTnoTV2PyFcwnqX11K0p-Viv9o6y-E03nDtvSkp97wCwt8GI1yKsgFPF265jrBNrdxOKk6nxzAfIsFBXvfYH0ex_jHknXP624y1YSs_-Ku/s1773/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1773" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgho72D7ckT9TxQN9l2mM7R-JW46S9EQJMrvZvRsROfWDx984wnhsSSaHDB5yP7AdsAQsvrMR74aOHCZcNTnoTV2PyFcwnqX11K0p-Viv9o6y-E03nDtvSkp97wCwt8GI1yKsgFPF265jrBNrdxOKk6nxzAfIsFBXvfYH0ex_jHknXP624y1YSs_-Ku/w400-h220/1e.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Standing tall next to that display case was the complete suit, robe, sword and armor worn by Charlton Heston in the 1959 movie.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW7gCv2nDsk03VzKKwkEa8qO2B5RVUxxcBw5uUYe1swus7u-7bTs3wCoU1XvS0SnrwH4b23pFnr2qJipmdN0hcj2OldlloFyavZTXEv4wWdFNMfaNvsVCYDgHqBCYO7we9SlqfKpnrExlubeA5pk8tYn7iA3rW54BkQ2ZQdNJe5DZvsHBaZVWYY-j/s1488/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="723" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW7gCv2nDsk03VzKKwkEa8qO2B5RVUxxcBw5uUYe1swus7u-7bTs3wCoU1XvS0SnrwH4b23pFnr2qJipmdN0hcj2OldlloFyavZTXEv4wWdFNMfaNvsVCYDgHqBCYO7we9SlqfKpnrExlubeA5pk8tYn7iA3rW54BkQ2ZQdNJe5DZvsHBaZVWYY-j/w310-h640/1f.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Lew Wallace had an extensive collection of books in his study. This is just a section of those shelves that practically wrapped around the entire room. Ben-Hur had been translated into more than twenty languages and there's a least one copy of each on the shelf. He also has a large selection of bibles and study guides. His portrait is at the top left in the photo below as well of the smaller photograph in the bottom right corner.</b></span></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdbAjpVRhJ69pBUgSDkyKhuhPlTeK_cz7UUXnXLzaXYfCKfotbrGqYJHrr1te_klGPtq3xWYpUAk0rWUHeRQVIFbUJ_0qvPZvfHB-oZ6d7M91Dt0F0uKOP_LMiZoMrcjrtBmI17gRcrg62LL-7V-nTo2PGDWip0qtUM5BPwH5gGVJhG9ceHN-RvgQ/s2016/1r.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdbAjpVRhJ69pBUgSDkyKhuhPlTeK_cz7UUXnXLzaXYfCKfotbrGqYJHrr1te_klGPtq3xWYpUAk0rWUHeRQVIFbUJ_0qvPZvfHB-oZ6d7M91Dt0F0uKOP_LMiZoMrcjrtBmI17gRcrg62LL-7V-nTo2PGDWip0qtUM5BPwH5gGVJhG9ceHN-RvgQ/w400-h195/1r.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Not only did Lew own and play some of the finest violins of his day, but he also learned the craft of building his own violins as well.</b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7tFoiB7DK6Ktos2Fn090Mdvu2ZCdExfw11wK3y5wIMqYaFtMtn501oXONt0hADw6aPK7Gv7aM1zh3gDP5-R_OOAVXKAxWK5GYW-t-gWTpy83_LpcCn5oANU-lT_F4xWIvKdgMpqXRDOaEXGVE6F67o8KTIR1sCbLEaBJ8FbB8OKCArTPB1HABIO1/s1754/1s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1754" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7tFoiB7DK6Ktos2Fn090Mdvu2ZCdExfw11wK3y5wIMqYaFtMtn501oXONt0hADw6aPK7Gv7aM1zh3gDP5-R_OOAVXKAxWK5GYW-t-gWTpy83_LpcCn5oANU-lT_F4xWIvKdgMpqXRDOaEXGVE6F67o8KTIR1sCbLEaBJ8FbB8OKCArTPB1HABIO1/w400-h224/1s.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Painting was another of his hobbies. Much of the artwork hanging in the study was painted by him. This was his watercolor set along with a small sketch and a finished painting.</b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDHZijE8R0MvJ4kOZL8lBY9unBapYQy0DsVSCpxv-icMlp6_G0T3vZfuUq5pBwkEDo_AwMpVPCvO0MZcGw32rXRq2r8AfYJqWVn4Xwv_h7AUowdE_ZALJXAC-bf9nCC5GCRxE1_8hzmRmjfEnFwK6oqOv1lFUBzh5OZoHOSL7qWVQQIknvs-XsS09/s1768/1t.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="1768" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDHZijE8R0MvJ4kOZL8lBY9unBapYQy0DsVSCpxv-icMlp6_G0T3vZfuUq5pBwkEDo_AwMpVPCvO0MZcGw32rXRq2r8AfYJqWVn4Xwv_h7AUowdE_ZALJXAC-bf9nCC5GCRxE1_8hzmRmjfEnFwK6oqOv1lFUBzh5OZoHOSL7qWVQQIknvs-XsS09/w400-h213/1t.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Fishing and inventing were a couple more of his many interests. The silver piece at the bottom of the next photo combined both of those. An invention of his that spooled the fishing line inside the pole, not externally.</b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rcb4zYDtdPuo_p8-s5CSl_7bVVyLo_N2WFQYggJNSCAY1HvP95ZJKhRuU12idGp-QuGAcI_9YhXBqujbkz10QO0SPJEXKk7zObHu_vtqI_MxDWd63SpjSddtUasyBlEp6qep8yZrgYfEoy0NH8_hlCgolnSqATF9DEYufFWUXQ3zRgDwauriWLxy/s976/1u.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="647" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5rcb4zYDtdPuo_p8-s5CSl_7bVVyLo_N2WFQYggJNSCAY1HvP95ZJKhRuU12idGp-QuGAcI_9YhXBqujbkz10QO0SPJEXKk7zObHu_vtqI_MxDWd63SpjSddtUasyBlEp6qep8yZrgYfEoy0NH8_hlCgolnSqATF9DEYufFWUXQ3zRgDwauriWLxy/w265-h400/1u.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The last thing I want to show you is the large skylight in the center of the study. You can get a good look at it from the outside in the photo at the top of the page. This skylight actually has a crank on the corner which Lew Wallace used to open and close it allowing for a cool breeze to circulate on the warm summer days.</b></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qSgXX7XXONeW5_zc71I7WmFoRWoUKTM9irJ4Y6DQa42iArXl1T_goz2C46woavHgfMfWLvp9ZRYV0fj8LyWJ4v1jZjNpuoLugcQH_6sfsqWFo30Ce87ZQMllayq8dG1jxCjUol7xhxaZjcgHFqQ_KkfwsL6Q6asv5RmzB8gUxBYSsdgNgiSE0nVk/s1448/1v.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1448" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qSgXX7XXONeW5_zc71I7WmFoRWoUKTM9irJ4Y6DQa42iArXl1T_goz2C46woavHgfMfWLvp9ZRYV0fj8LyWJ4v1jZjNpuoLugcQH_6sfsqWFo30Ce87ZQMllayq8dG1jxCjUol7xhxaZjcgHFqQ_KkfwsL6Q6asv5RmzB8gUxBYSsdgNgiSE0nVk/s320/1v.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>There is much more to be seen here at the General Lew Wallace Study and Museum. But I'll just leave that up to you to go and visit this historic place in Crawfordsville, Indiana, just northwest of Indianapolis. We spent a few hours here.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A great example of what I like about geocaching. Driving from point A to point B like I used to and I would have just passed these places all the time. Now because of geocaching, I look for the places to see and stop along the backroads.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A few more geocaches in Indiana to pick up Fountain, Warren, and Vermillion Counties before moving into Illinois. We did grab some geocaches in Illinois today also, but I decided to tell you about those in the next blog with the other Illinois caches. I wanted to focus on the Lew Wallace story in this one. So, see you back again real soon.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">So today was Day 4 of our adventurous road trip where we turned a simple 1400 mile drive from NC to TX into a 12 day 3404 mile sightseeing tour! On this fourth day we finished traveling through Ohio and into Indiana, continuing to pick up new geocaching counties and finding more remnants of the old National Road. So come ride along with us as I share our geocaching adventures with you.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OicF4CrUNWUg7WeTf_p72kkZSIgM_d0DfwY6_3iCf2XF0nr2WPGuOXsSskWosU88itWpQP5pKGBlbsNN9Vyg22fqPZM9HwNmcjTS4LrOQd3PzWW4fIcSGHHu9RSqetTz7RAcuXuHzeWBgKRBNvgsOL0EVDByiTMJj5hEN_B01Ru9iDlqqPaGT7fN/s1755/00a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1755" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OicF4CrUNWUg7WeTf_p72kkZSIgM_d0DfwY6_3iCf2XF0nr2WPGuOXsSskWosU88itWpQP5pKGBlbsNN9Vyg22fqPZM9HwNmcjTS4LrOQd3PzWW4fIcSGHHu9RSqetTz7RAcuXuHzeWBgKRBNvgsOL0EVDByiTMJj5hEN_B01Ru9iDlqqPaGT7fN/w400-h224/00a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Waking up in Columbus, Ohio this morning, our first stop was for some Starbucks coffee. Well, Candy got a Starbucks coffee. I got the geocache in the parking lot (<a href="https://coord.info/GC25QYX" target="_blank">GC25QYX</a>). Then we drove a few blocks away to a Dunkin Donuts where I then got a coffee and donuts for myself as well as a muffin for Candy.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Continuing our westbound roadtrip and following the Historic National Road (now US-40), we pulled into the Sunset Cemetery in Franklin County for several geocaches hidden here (<a href="https://coord.info/GC77D86" target="_blank">GC77D86</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC4QFG8" target="_blank">GC4QFG8</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC54E7E" target="_blank">GC54E7E</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC4ER7X" target="_blank">GC4ER7X</a>). All three geocaches had a lot of favorite points awarded to them so we just had to stop by and find them. A nice Veterans Memorial was on display. But Jack's Cache was by far the favorite and even posted both a photo and video of it below. Be sure to have your sound turned up when playing the video!</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8m5nts1_0LEnDyq5IC1iiW6ZJhGHxUrwNw4iqB6uVRUGlbBxYbiD26IQiP9h-FDXOldrzxEsi900g3aCTYfvjkaqU1WwWR3Gup_3DSbiiu9mN3NQcRXHthKXvjPDFkgKpUrtTkMmMGuGLqpzDvEfbUiVC4kaOBhBGZK9qcdYS68uQbCzhenJ9f9M/s1891/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1891" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8m5nts1_0LEnDyq5IC1iiW6ZJhGHxUrwNw4iqB6uVRUGlbBxYbiD26IQiP9h-FDXOldrzxEsi900g3aCTYfvjkaqU1WwWR3Gup_3DSbiiu9mN3NQcRXHthKXvjPDFkgKpUrtTkMmMGuGLqpzDvEfbUiVC4kaOBhBGZK9qcdYS68uQbCzhenJ9f9M/w400-h206/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Then taking a closer look at the old buildings along this stretch of the historical highway. This first one here I can't find much information on it. The plaque above the front entrance says "Deer Creek Tp, Sub-Dist No 1, 1906." I'm thinking it was an early school that has long been closed. One of the rear buildings has B. S. A. on it and can only assume that at some time in its historical past that the Boy Scouts of America had rented the building. If any of you can provide further details, please use the comment box below. It would be greatly appreciated.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiLSAwYVhK4jgNTCMoXyPJ3T89NgZbH7oLdMAFf-YeGz-KYQMuvDI4yHU8HbYItYFakKCIUndv5A7CIS3VWijm6np5GXZd6I_jLM-58wl3LGCqWvLE63BzNZDwjCQs-y_AVM9hQIrjRoTOWga2tYSz3MkS5Q6635v_35YP9jryj_Om7pdZw9Y4stq/s1457/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1457" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiLSAwYVhK4jgNTCMoXyPJ3T89NgZbH7oLdMAFf-YeGz-KYQMuvDI4yHU8HbYItYFakKCIUndv5A7CIS3VWijm6np5GXZd6I_jLM-58wl3LGCqWvLE63BzNZDwjCQs-y_AVM9hQIrjRoTOWga2tYSz3MkS5Q6635v_35YP9jryj_Om7pdZw9Y4stq/w400-h268/1d-2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Running north and south along the west side of Lafayette is Deer Creek. To claim a geocache in Madison County we went to the Deer Creek Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1ZDYX" target="_blank">GC1ZDYX</a>) which is next to the creek. While some of my favorite geocaches are cemetery caches, I was more interested in the geocache next to the cemetery.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Crossing the creek about a 1000 feet south of the current alignment of the National Road / US-40, spans the remnants of an early railroad bridge This Interurban bridge was part of the railway that was part of the Springfield London Columbus route. This railway was run by the Columbus London & Springfield Railway from 1902-1939. The Interurbans provided a quick and cheap alternative to regular railroad for transporting people. As for the geocache, well I couldn't find it. Along with many others. It has since been archived.</b></span></div><br />
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There are earlier burials than 1841, but these were moved from family plots. Three Revolutionary soldiers, two War of 1812 soldiers, many from the Civil War, plus soldiers of more recent wars, are buried in the cemetery. There is a Soldier’s Monument, bearing the names of 31 local men who died during the Civil War, but not necessarily brought home for burial.</b></span></div><br />
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The National Road was America's first interstate highway.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAjjha-fwArxdvnDVh2Hs4PGBevpMGO109sae9kl6rLkhMw5XYUIHUcpfeW9GJ6HTn_YlMmcAtMNXHKKfA4pOmnWN1iaswxnBE8fTIXJCPPfAlBfgcNBc9h2vpef_Mw_VItyana6j4RL8VNCE3p9vYPLpZ6SKG6AwjZfVo3fJJCu925HO84F59QdH/s1243/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1243" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAjjha-fwArxdvnDVh2Hs4PGBevpMGO109sae9kl6rLkhMw5XYUIHUcpfeW9GJ6HTn_YlMmcAtMNXHKKfA4pOmnWN1iaswxnBE8fTIXJCPPfAlBfgcNBc9h2vpef_Mw_VItyana6j4RL8VNCE3p9vYPLpZ6SKG6AwjZfVo3fJJCu925HO84F59QdH/w400-h316/1g.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Thomas Jefferson was president when construction of the road began in 1807. It started in Cumberland, MD and reached this part of Ohio in about 1838. The original route of the National Road took it due west of Patty's Bridge and into Harrisburg (now Englewood) Ohio. After Englewood Dam was completed in 1922, the National Road (which later became U. S. Route 40) was rerouted to the south and over the dam. By 1840, the National Road was completed to Vandalia, IL and then later to St. Louis, MO. Today this road spans the entire United States from Cumberland, MD to San Francisco, CA.</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUQW4TDkVJ-d12yGV8t-Mo5rszEQd6NAiIFlCIGZJFEHJneMAgzzkp72ZyNIE6RbHqHPw2WRoXu8TOacJu9vvOHT5XS1Rlbz0QGmBK3S6DJFvvVT8T2Y3xIvuvbjSZB3j8yfGuvqU5YI8EFGbK9Y9xzrFs3H-k7qqE56LIx-m0FaMhqvOMY3TlQg0/s1674/1gg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1674" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUQW4TDkVJ-d12yGV8t-Mo5rszEQd6NAiIFlCIGZJFEHJneMAgzzkp72ZyNIE6RbHqHPw2WRoXu8TOacJu9vvOHT5XS1Rlbz0QGmBK3S6DJFvvVT8T2Y3xIvuvbjSZB3j8yfGuvqU5YI8EFGbK9Y9xzrFs3H-k7qqE56LIx-m0FaMhqvOMY3TlQg0/w400-h234/1gg.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We stopped for one more geocache in Montgomery County. It was for a tasty treat at the Esther Price Candies chocolate factory (<a href="https://coord.info/GC44BKB" target="_blank">GC44BKB</a>). It was an expensive geocache. Yep, we bought about $60 worth of chocolates by the time we left!</b></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN6up1qP5fXoroLnfbky2lPYRkVAkMLubAdUeLrpaGYEaixfufGaT1ILPa_H8dWy-hATfTUoQjq5BW6VIWMwrKYK7KUWLpx9AiOfKjOURk1MF-LjfRuDuPaTT3VV79TapWDc464B6UU-hQn46LdzzFemUddRVmREcj8igN_HCgdkc2q_D-JiCZ2qP/s2016/1i.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN6up1qP5fXoroLnfbky2lPYRkVAkMLubAdUeLrpaGYEaixfufGaT1ILPa_H8dWy-hATfTUoQjq5BW6VIWMwrKYK7KUWLpx9AiOfKjOURk1MF-LjfRuDuPaTT3VV79TapWDc464B6UU-hQn46LdzzFemUddRVmREcj8igN_HCgdkc2q_D-JiCZ2qP/w400-h196/1i.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our final county geocache for Ohio was a quick roadside stop in Preble County (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2PMGT" target="_blank">GC2PMGT</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Crossing over into Indiana, the first county is Wayne County. And for our next geocache we stopped at the Old National Road Welcome Center (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1WJPK" target="_blank">GC1WJPK</a>). The Indiana portion was built between 1829 and 1834, linking the eastern seashore with the western interior. The automobile revived The National Road in the 1920's. As cars and trucks took to the road, the federal government established a nationwide network of paved, all-weather highways.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Old National Road was one of the first routes designated under the new federal highway numbering system in 1926, US Route 40, a transcontinental highway. Once again, the new road gave way to new opportunities. Like the blacksmith shops and taverns of the past, gas station, diners, and motels lead the way to a new era of prosperity. Until the 1970's, with the completion of Interstate 70, US-40 was one of the country's primary east-west routes.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Next door over in Henry County, my geocaching county stop was at the New Lisbon Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC8RFP1" target="_blank">GC8RFP1</a>). After finding the geocache, just a quick glance around and a photo before continuing down the road.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlk3LOldyTFiRCRVfazogsg29LL42rnl7UFfxMhx25GKSDiNgtgP4WsFneXl6FaoF1pt6lW2zup6Snc1ppI7kFtKKkGmGlhSWqE83Zu_sE7-uzJHm27VVHjP9O8PJDC-LQkNBTEQyiyyVLMK3-Du1YuWgqzeQnZAKelWGFODbt1GV9P24oj1FoB4Z/s2016/1h%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlk3LOldyTFiRCRVfazogsg29LL42rnl7UFfxMhx25GKSDiNgtgP4WsFneXl6FaoF1pt6lW2zup6Snc1ppI7kFtKKkGmGlhSWqE83Zu_sE7-uzJHm27VVHjP9O8PJDC-LQkNBTEQyiyyVLMK3-Du1YuWgqzeQnZAKelWGFODbt1GV9P24oj1FoB4Z/w400-h196/1h%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Wanting to make up time and get to Indianapolis before it gets too late, I hop onto Interstate 70. The next county is Hancock County. We stopped for a quick westbound rest area geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GCPTZV" target="_blank">GCPTZV</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We finally pulled into Indianapolis and I head to the Indianapolis Speedway. But it was too late. The Speedway was closing. From there we drove to the south side of the city to the Holy Cross and St Joseph Cemetery. I was here once before way back in 2007. I was once an over-the-road truck driver. The trucking company I worked for had a terminal several blocks away. While I was there getting the truck serviced, I saw online that there were some famous interments in this cemetery and walked down to see them.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgza3KtJqoews9IUYbIOOkW4mr7waxVeNcLhXLieiMGd5ok3XckjFKFXd_aOlmeHPWXdSYQw5lZgt6VEb_bPobM6E67Qq42PrUKUoW58A3PHOOhPGN9hmjXKuFlxLfQQ_WORQi0fCbIU0QqmnSsx3L9msrr1L4xicq66GdYFLH-4PaJ1IOsxvI-35bP/s2016/1i.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgza3KtJqoews9IUYbIOOkW4mr7waxVeNcLhXLieiMGd5ok3XckjFKFXd_aOlmeHPWXdSYQw5lZgt6VEb_bPobM6E67Qq42PrUKUoW58A3PHOOhPGN9hmjXKuFlxLfQQ_WORQi0fCbIU0QqmnSsx3L9msrr1L4xicq66GdYFLH-4PaJ1IOsxvI-35bP/w400-h195/1i.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Now they have some much needed upgraded headstones to replace the neglected and broken previous headstones. And a new historical marker which reads: "There are few better known names in automotive circles world wide than Chevrolet. Millions drive the Internationally respected cars, but few know that the company and its revered name originated with three brothers, Louis, Gaston and Arthur Chevrolet. Of Swiss heritage, their story is one that reflects the very foundation of American society. Louis migrated to America at the turn of the 20th century, and after earning enough money, sent for his brothers.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>"The brothers immersed themselves in automotive technology as designers, mechanics, and racing drivers. All three raced multiple times in the famed Indianapolis 500, with Gaston winning the 1920 classic. Capitalizing on their huge popularity, Louis founded the Chevrolet Motor Company in 1911. And, despite leaving the firm in 1916, the automotive giant retains the name."</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqheAK5eaRRyCUHYN655mUZhuFIF_RPoPp2wgJxyKK0L7_zgb3LvEeS-l-Ov6h1ZtCiBIqXBIdxlUw0RJqG35xpoOhdqKgo6mIx9lFqy8MPZqS1X3KfcGcYpeAatwuxPGjiW57e8_f8qi4ZpNPEHDYfOtCYozcLq69mM30FwE6B1QMSJW6fv3BCCA/s1381/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="1381" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqheAK5eaRRyCUHYN655mUZhuFIF_RPoPp2wgJxyKK0L7_zgb3LvEeS-l-Ov6h1ZtCiBIqXBIdxlUw0RJqG35xpoOhdqKgo6mIx9lFqy8MPZqS1X3KfcGcYpeAatwuxPGjiW57e8_f8qi4ZpNPEHDYfOtCYozcLq69mM30FwE6B1QMSJW6fv3BCCA/w400-h206/1h.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After Gaston won the 1920 Indianapolis 500, he died later that year in a racing accident. Louis died of a heart attack in 1941. Arthur retired in 1942 to Slidell, Louisiana where after suffering from depression, he committed suicide in 1946.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>To get credit for Marion County, we went to Concordia Cemetery just a block away. There we found two geocaches to complete the spot on the map (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2B3N9" target="_blank">GC2B3N9</a>, <a href="https://coord.info/GC2B45F" target="_blank">GC2B45F</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>That was it for Day #4. We drove up to Crawfordsville in Montgomery County. That's the next county we need and the next location of our geocaches. So we found a place to stay there for the night. Tomorrow we'll finish up Indiana and start into Illinois. I look forward to seeing you back again.</b></span></div><br />
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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com2Ohio, USA40.4172871 -82.90712300000001312.107053263821157 -118.06337300000001 68.727520936178848 -47.750873000000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-17684437582264174382022-10-29T07:11:00.001-05:002022-10-29T17:49:46.801-05:002021-03-25: Day 3 of Turning a 1400 Mile Road Trip into a 3404 Mile Adventure!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Hello again friends, family, RV'ers, Jeeper, Geocachers, and Roadtrippers! Welcome to Day 3 of our adventurous road trip where we turned a simple 1400 mile drive from NC to TX into a 12 day 3404 mile sightseeing tour! On the third day we traveled through Maryland, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Ohio, finding some really cool historic places like this very first toll booth in the country. So come ride along with us as I share our geocaching adventures with you.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZCW9keHBOZ-qU-GlMwodOMSzJPbLUzfCymonrN2BQCvkNjylWJw1e86BE_4XPKNhzL_wctXEdns0EIETxMl2Si9K51fkuHYeVN6pICCwue2e9-wOFHjq9CpFybnAiIbHT4P3m1idF1RBs50LuYtD2WEZB1STCwnLCNv1vx3bh3TrAmjxWlrjnBjM/s1210/00.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1123" data-original-width="1210" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZCW9keHBOZ-qU-GlMwodOMSzJPbLUzfCymonrN2BQCvkNjylWJw1e86BE_4XPKNhzL_wctXEdns0EIETxMl2Si9K51fkuHYeVN6pICCwue2e9-wOFHjq9CpFybnAiIbHT4P3m1idF1RBs50LuYtD2WEZB1STCwnLCNv1vx3bh3TrAmjxWlrjnBjM/w400-h372/00.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>So for our first stop today, we were passing by the very northern tip of Mineral County, West Virginia. It was one of the needed counties on my geocaching map. We took the exit off of I-68 in Cumberland, MD and crossed the bridge over the North Branch Potomac River into Ridgeley, WV. It was a quick stop for a quick find near the rail yards along the river (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3HYE8" target="_blank">GC3HYE8</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQd__DiS2Rv-pEw1o_9bQbGKP4fUfhNNBoESX4CBQZcDsB5CDqmWxCTAk-p9O2FckDDSZG312j2OHvSivFySQ9grNaQ0r_WIWcgkTLSLeoqqLP6PbLrR3DwqM19gusYT9KmuSTxsSRbkouikrWT6lacqcmy87540JQwdYN7A_wBA6E0glFR2AkBxO3/s1711/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1711" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQd__DiS2Rv-pEw1o_9bQbGKP4fUfhNNBoESX4CBQZcDsB5CDqmWxCTAk-p9O2FckDDSZG312j2OHvSivFySQ9grNaQ0r_WIWcgkTLSLeoqqLP6PbLrR3DwqM19gusYT9KmuSTxsSRbkouikrWT6lacqcmy87540JQwdYN7A_wBA6E0glFR2AkBxO3/w400-h228/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Back across the bridge into Maryland for Allegany County. We start with a virtual geocache at Riverside Park (<a href="https://coord.info/GC37CB" target="_blank">GC37CB</a>). A couple of things here in this park to see. First we'll start with a historical highway. Probably the most famous of the highway's and byway's is Route 66, which we'll highlight in an upcoming blog as we travelled on it later in this adventure.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>But here in Cumberland, Maryland at Riverside Park is a monument which marks the starting point of the very first federally funded road project. Envisioned by George Washington, the "Cumberland" or "National Road" as it was called, was a means to develop the continent and to unite the country. The highway was promoted by Thomas Jefferson and authorized by Congress in 1806. Construction work began in 1811 and this monument was erected in 2011 at the 200th anniversary. The flags that surround the monument represent each state the road traverses and one for the U.S. flag of 1811.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8Ot1tIgWFPAOx5kQgdidAb83xuDPvJP08jD1AC2XELPEW2Y-qo6pS0QuavmdwV0OyHlKkvoNMzQdOAZFclTzSx8dMFMni1C3ythaGlRhj09E2z8a6jD2uR6kl3ymJYUpF2tHANLGtE2iFk9VSt2fN_xM0YwGqBMqKwB2nqL638b_rwGkIVUzpypm/s1649/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1649" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8Ot1tIgWFPAOx5kQgdidAb83xuDPvJP08jD1AC2XELPEW2Y-qo6pS0QuavmdwV0OyHlKkvoNMzQdOAZFclTzSx8dMFMni1C3ythaGlRhj09E2z8a6jD2uR6kl3ymJYUpF2tHANLGtE2iFk9VSt2fN_xM0YwGqBMqKwB2nqL638b_rwGkIVUzpypm/w400-h238/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Also located within Riverside Park is George Washington's Headquarters. From the historical marker: "Our founding father spent much of his time in this vicinity while a young man as a surveyor, ambassador, aide-de-camp to General Braddock, and Commander of the Virginia military forces. This cabin served as his headquarters during part of this time."</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUOqSI9TBvAXVbHIddUtwfMxymME41zu_qaS8Ycl7R2BZd-HlGf51jpE_ucv61hZZd5S60em9ojxpowH9ySMArJL58dfXHoL4vykFPM57DZ3RGrIhO2TUuHEosjzmb8Kv98iFQOW6o_qzjKypCtxBMq-Ks2LBYKph-2NfIOxERSH9DgP71RRZQost/s1440/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="1440" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUOqSI9TBvAXVbHIddUtwfMxymME41zu_qaS8Ycl7R2BZd-HlGf51jpE_ucv61hZZd5S60em9ojxpowH9ySMArJL58dfXHoL4vykFPM57DZ3RGrIhO2TUuHEosjzmb8Kv98iFQOW6o_qzjKypCtxBMq-Ks2LBYKph-2NfIOxERSH9DgP71RRZQost/w400-h272/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>"During the French and Indian War, a 23-year old Lt Col Washington studied military customs and tactics from this cabin while General Braddock's army encamped at Fort Cumberland in May-June 1755. As aide-de-camp to Braddock, he marched with the ill-fated expedition against the French. His advice to Braddock concerning backwoods warfare was ignored by the arrogant General. Washington led the retreat of those left from the field."</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>"George was made commander of all Virginia forces in August of 1755 and in the next three years spent much time in this area with his forces. He wrote ardent love letters to his future bride from this cabin at Fort Cumberland. He was with General Forbes in the successful campaign against Fort Duquesne in November of 1758. As President, in 1794, Washington reviewed troops gathered here to suppress the Whiskey Rebellion in Pennsylvania." George Washington's headquarters is the only remaining structure left of Fort Cumberland.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfI9Rk3zo8oV0lVSGmDnkAgkVtdapznH2hpT8xUutiKmTvRBu8fC-LU431o6Kp1JaWLb2RJJspookTQry99ClR9a3hs__Oiz3cBTim7OA--W63WQpq64elAJm5XEgDcdLyZKtfKRjxGGIqnxs_5d-TZF-pk7oHC6WXcIacw0NZ3JKH1weOkPEcDt5/s1082/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="719" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfI9Rk3zo8oV0lVSGmDnkAgkVtdapznH2hpT8xUutiKmTvRBu8fC-LU431o6Kp1JaWLb2RJJspookTQry99ClR9a3hs__Oiz3cBTim7OA--W63WQpq64elAJm5XEgDcdLyZKtfKRjxGGIqnxs_5d-TZF-pk7oHC6WXcIacw0NZ3JKH1weOkPEcDt5/w266-h400/1e.jpg" width="266" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>At the west end of Cumberland is the Rose Hill Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GCM8C3" target="_blank">GCM8C3</a>). With nearly 8,000 interments, the oldest dates all the way back to 1754. Col Joshua Fry was a surveyor, adventurer, soldier, map maker and a member of he House of Burgess, the legislature of the colony of Virginia. He was educated at Oxford and upon arrival he was made a professor at William & Mary College. He created an important map of Virginia along with Peter Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson's father. In the early days of the French and Indian War he was given command of the Virginia Regiment and ordered to take the French Fort Duquesne near present day Pittsburg. In May of 1754, during the advance he died at Cumberland, MD and George Washington succeeded him in command.</b></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5A5W92juraLFbXMk-NL0-dlafGjns2WF04D772tbQjrNUyuOc_3HRtS2NX147QxMVYp8CPaAgMuFYCcExny3zHaszwE_woTLuY14ycgVGxJvg9xKGYNh4MrSt2lvX-UGTcQyI21rAx63ORigKc070yd6xFB-3Q7XnznQo2nq-jx_9Yhzvh1Y0xiw/s1384/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1384" data-original-width="714" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5A5W92juraLFbXMk-NL0-dlafGjns2WF04D772tbQjrNUyuOc_3HRtS2NX147QxMVYp8CPaAgMuFYCcExny3zHaszwE_woTLuY14ycgVGxJvg9xKGYNh4MrSt2lvX-UGTcQyI21rAx63ORigKc070yd6xFB-3Q7XnznQo2nq-jx_9Yhzvh1Y0xiw/w206-h400/1h.jpg" width="206" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Just down the road was our next geocache at the Newbury Cemetery (<a href="https://coord.info/GC15N55" target="_blank">GC15N55</a>). The geocache highlighted the grave of Captain Black. Son of James and Catharine Black, Milton Black enlisted as 2nd Lieutenant on November 12, 1861 in Company H, 85th Infantry Regiment, Pennsylvania. He died on June 23, 1862 at White Oak Swamp, Virginia. According to his grave marker, he died in Camp Richmond of typhoid fever.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Upon finding the geocache and opening the lid, I was all excited seeing two $100 bills inside. I've heard stories about cachers finding cash or valuables inside geocaches. But with further inspection of the bills, I noticed the "For Motion Picture Use Only" printed on the front and back. Oh well, I found the cache but not the cash. So I left them in the container to surprise the next cachers.</b></span></div><br />
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The first was a cemetery geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1JV08" target="_blank">GC1JV08</a>) in the town of New Concord and a gas station geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2339T" target="_blank">GC2339T</a>) in the town of Sonora for Muskingum County. I didn't spend much time in the cemetery looking for a story like usual, but I did spot a Harley Headstone.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Tj93Rlg0yY_9S0QbJX_5GbavzjuJtIcJ6ZSoCZ_or6T_YiyjTkp-Oe9lg0Ne5fl1X-Jd2zKlexZlg0ZzN1mG3fbzSEHPDGp-lywv9nMNB2NGKzD6MmwZxNIJMlHujk_IiQt2mFNYR2ggZaSLteOCQZlCYKaeEKhWzzGkqzCpNbwHM_h9ZVaU-u8a/s1627/1q.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1627" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Tj93Rlg0yY_9S0QbJX_5GbavzjuJtIcJ6ZSoCZ_or6T_YiyjTkp-Oe9lg0Ne5fl1X-Jd2zKlexZlg0ZzN1mG3fbzSEHPDGp-lywv9nMNB2NGKzD6MmwZxNIJMlHujk_IiQt2mFNYR2ggZaSLteOCQZlCYKaeEKhWzzGkqzCpNbwHM_h9ZVaU-u8a/w400-h240/1q.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><b>After that it was dropping down into Perry County for a roadside park and grab (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1WPEB" target="_blank">GC1WPEB</a>). And finally passing through the very NW corner of Fairfield County, it was enough for a quick LPC (light post cache <a href="https://coord.info/GC48ZFH" target="_blank">GC48ZFH</a>) in a shopping center parking lot to complete that spot on the map.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>That was it for this day of our North Carolina to Texas via the LONG WAY around geocaching adventure. I hope you have enjoyed virtually riding along with us and maybe inspiring you to go and visit some of these places too. Tomorrow we finished up Ohio and made it into Indiana visiting more sites along the historic National Road. So join us again for more of our adventure.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. 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<p></p>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927508239384457140noreply@blogger.com0Maryland, USA39.0457549 -76.64127119999999110.735521063821153 -111.79752119999999 67.355988736178844 -41.485021199999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912767060879027925.post-3505885556494464932022-10-08T07:25:00.000-05:002022-10-08T07:25:23.997-05:002021-03-24: Turning a 1400 Mile Drive into a 3404 Mile Road Trip! Day 2 in Virginia, DC, Maryland, and Pennsylvania<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>On this Day 2 of our 3400 mile road trip from NC to TX, taking the long route, we geocached our way from Virginia through Maryland, DC, West Virginia, and into Pennsylvania history. Picking up new geocaching counties along the way, we were sightseeing places of Revolutionary and Civil War prominence that included churches, houses, cemeteries and more. So come join us as we travel back in time...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aRymDTFaweRyF13NURPmqg4J2Prjm1vHuslC7Z185P9m40XJWUkvNByuQz5YbKv_shVRA2w86Tsnn2_AQ4hJC-ucOYSE62GDGAvEWy6RqR5ATsBOBKkVJbDkZCahG9Rr2FowHkp2oumQv8nnpbExbdQVX1Y59C5Pym4OMUkH7G1FboUD-1MHgb1E/s1729/1a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="1729" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aRymDTFaweRyF13NURPmqg4J2Prjm1vHuslC7Z185P9m40XJWUkvNByuQz5YbKv_shVRA2w86Tsnn2_AQ4hJC-ucOYSE62GDGAvEWy6RqR5ATsBOBKkVJbDkZCahG9Rr2FowHkp2oumQv8nnpbExbdQVX1Y59C5Pym4OMUkH7G1FboUD-1MHgb1E/w400-h206/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our first two geocaches were quick urban hides to get credit for the county. In Virginia, there are not only the counties but also some of the larger cities have their own "boundaries" separate from the county. So the first of the geocaches was for Spotsylvania County (<a href="https://coord.info/GC1FYJ1" target="_blank">GC1FYJ1</a>) and the other just a few blocks away was located within Fredericksburg (<a href="https://coord.info/GC82XNE" target="_blank">GC82XNE</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our next geocache and county was up the road into Stafford County. It was a old virtual geocache at a piece of Civil War history (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCB1C" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCB1C</a><b>). This huge stone block base is all that remains of a train bridge which spanned the Potomac Creek. The Richmond, Fredericksburg, and Potomac Railroad crossing this bridge was a major supply route for Confederate troops along the river. Early 1862, the troops were ordered to abandoned their positions here. The advancing Union troops found the bridge destroyed in an effort to slow them down. In May 1862, engineer Herman Haupt supervised the unskilled Union army soldiers in harvesting two million feet of lumber and reconstructing the bridge in just nine days (see photo at top of page). Over the next three years and continued destruction by the Confederates, the bridge was rebuilt four times using this same foundation. You can see the modern roadway through the trees on the right side.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSeZ0TwaxlBA6m9IkCuR5K57xFproNlS1ezrplbwHzW-LI7ijBZjOF4BlVmrDRcCRMUoxilU1wq3fLb-6EgrueeHKcAoQ1jKoZweEVnCbXk28riDA3CkgjiXYQaAnpaj3jjTUthywNdxSIHiuMJG8en3Ynx7kfjoTSlA6NNFS_JR_aGG5nk6hZtLu/s2016/1b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQSeZ0TwaxlBA6m9IkCuR5K57xFproNlS1ezrplbwHzW-LI7ijBZjOF4BlVmrDRcCRMUoxilU1wq3fLb-6EgrueeHKcAoQ1jKoZweEVnCbXk28riDA3CkgjiXYQaAnpaj3jjTUthywNdxSIHiuMJG8en3Ynx7kfjoTSlA6NNFS_JR_aGG5nk6hZtLu/w400-h196/1b.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our next "county" geocache, one of Virginia's separate townships, was in Falls Church. Just a quick parking lot LPC (light post cache) (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3XCZE" target="_blank">GC3XCZE</a>), but it fills in a blank on the county map and keeps us moving forward.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our next two geocaches are practically in the same spot at the intersecting corners of Arlington County, Fairfax County and Falls Church. Located in a small park in a residential neighborhood is the original 1791 survey stone marking the proposed western corner of the diamond shaped District of Columbia for the newly formed United States Capital. Maryland was donating land NE of the Potomac River, while Virginia was to donate land SW of the river forming the diamond shape. However, Virginia rescinded and we have the current half-diamond configuration of Washington D.C. today. The two geocaches located here are a virtual for the survey marker (<a href="https://coord.info/GC6781" target="_blank">GC6781</a>) and a Challenge for finding 300 Virtual caches (<a href="https://coord.info/GC572WE" target="_blank">GC572WE</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLmcYnl4vcglTSwXHUh32gpcR2lmBkmYHewTWlV5BAHTivb110MKC5c6vXpJ0-l6vovNx_3L7MLhdvHLSKzulK2pw-ISR4oA7mkqINUDpUL-iGfSsXmJ1RdVzaFnvgmy9zWI3PTMFIGJniuuWtIIXEaNxTjhtdTbTEB1OhaQnPvGWrR5xBIw4Tjae/s1620/1c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="962" data-original-width="1620" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLmcYnl4vcglTSwXHUh32gpcR2lmBkmYHewTWlV5BAHTivb110MKC5c6vXpJ0-l6vovNx_3L7MLhdvHLSKzulK2pw-ISR4oA7mkqINUDpUL-iGfSsXmJ1RdVzaFnvgmy9zWI3PTMFIGJniuuWtIIXEaNxTjhtdTbTEB1OhaQnPvGWrR5xBIw4Tjae/w400-h238/1c.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Just a short distance away, and in Fairfax County, is another Virtual geocache at this 9-11 Memorial (<a href="https://coord.info/GCA072" target="_blank">GCA072</a>). There are a LOT of virtual caches in and around Washington DC, but we don't have the time at this point to get to them all. So we just try and grab a couple every time we pass through the area.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4k8MPBhId9-pnPEC0_QtR2VUgL2HwuzjcnDMo0K9plY08qxGkClJ6HhU6IySpucH6d66E-C1QAoAGXMHNEfpJdLqPCEj7-Z39cZCfchLZLtzVuznQuBOnGpx56PpRECDRDeubJ4Q8ytrhfXO4cdxe0N6KwfmOy3D6r2ZBf0ssajV_uwA5269BncFB/s1813/1d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1813" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4k8MPBhId9-pnPEC0_QtR2VUgL2HwuzjcnDMo0K9plY08qxGkClJ6HhU6IySpucH6d66E-C1QAoAGXMHNEfpJdLqPCEj7-Z39cZCfchLZLtzVuznQuBOnGpx56PpRECDRDeubJ4Q8ytrhfXO4cdxe0N6KwfmOy3D6r2ZBf0ssajV_uwA5269BncFB/w400-h216/1d.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>In an effort to not get too bogged down and spend the entire day in Virginia, I make another quick park & grab parking lot LPC find in Loudoun County (<a href="https://coord.info/GC3V6QF" target="_blank">GC3V6QF</a>).</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>We add Clarke County to our map by picking up a geocache in the County Seat of Berryville (<a href="https://coord.info/GCXGQF" target="_blank">GCXGQF</a>). From the historical marker: "The year after Clarke County was formed in 1836, construction began on a brick courthouse based on county justice David Meade's design. The courthouse was remodeled in the Neoclassical style about 1850 when the portico and copula were added. Portraits of locally </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>prominent judges and lawyers from the 1840's to the present are displayed in the courtroom. The last public hanging in Clarke County occurred here in 1905."</b></span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjcduGhcJhykYRnCEBRJwnvPFdoS2Zsa4PhS_fJ90r_vtzR42YSRmPKz4M_bE0kKp3Au4M4Yk3QBY_kJG5dgOSaqKhseEUMDhiFSi8HWslq7Jd_LoMay9bZJOMPFikzxe0pJnSrRt7IzKcDbR-r8tuqQiY27d0ZhmYZygqpi8TV2NOJHYSfsMKpL2/s1550/1e.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1550" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjcduGhcJhykYRnCEBRJwnvPFdoS2Zsa4PhS_fJ90r_vtzR42YSRmPKz4M_bE0kKp3Au4M4Yk3QBY_kJG5dgOSaqKhseEUMDhiFSi8HWslq7Jd_LoMay9bZJOMPFikzxe0pJnSrRt7IzKcDbR-r8tuqQiY27d0ZhmYZygqpi8TV2NOJHYSfsMKpL2/w400-h252/1e.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>There was much to see around the courthouse square. One of which is this statue erected as a memorial to those Clarke County residents who fought and died during the Civil War defending states rights and the Confederacy.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wb4ZMMgSlSMu73nkqrcrtYAQ6enJb8lc0NdqQc5vtVl3Np3ILs8f_A-j46CwA_HYBHYDuHPZZQhEo86EhaH7S2pY3WDhvKTZdxQ7F_8VVY0xIvK9tAfy5isKvdgS8ZL2GkCHa3bnGilxmG-vIy9uWJ0e_6LDNbevll2YfZinPbRyh0AaJo5mW4-_/s1273/1d-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1273" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wb4ZMMgSlSMu73nkqrcrtYAQ6enJb8lc0NdqQc5vtVl3Np3ILs8f_A-j46CwA_HYBHYDuHPZZQhEo86EhaH7S2pY3WDhvKTZdxQ7F_8VVY0xIvK9tAfy5isKvdgS8ZL2GkCHa3bnGilxmG-vIy9uWJ0e_6LDNbevll2YfZinPbRyh0AaJo5mW4-_/w226-h400/1d-2.jpg" width="226" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The other was the Grace Episcopal Church and Graveyard erected in 1832. Do you know what the difference between a cemetery and a graveyard? Originally graveyards were burial grounds on church property, whereas cemeteries were land specifically designated for burials. Some very old churches actually have clergy or other very prominent members buried WITHIN the church under the floor. Their flat headstones would be down the isles between the pews.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wrPxw7j7WjqyfR2m6x69vitmh0bzZNKEuScwrTlg0bQ8d_IaX16xfMiQ6k4DTwUhk_F0IAuRFEuFv4Zb-irG-z-aToCnllRk-Xq4XDOta6cuVxarEV_UKJBxfDeohetZeXFpafpOFxpJ9bLadfZxjbKVhjUbBbutW42ncRWEo2OJJZbAgecF8JUM/s1787/1f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="1787" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wrPxw7j7WjqyfR2m6x69vitmh0bzZNKEuScwrTlg0bQ8d_IaX16xfMiQ6k4DTwUhk_F0IAuRFEuFv4Zb-irG-z-aToCnllRk-Xq4XDOta6cuVxarEV_UKJBxfDeohetZeXFpafpOFxpJ9bLadfZxjbKVhjUbBbutW42ncRWEo2OJJZbAgecF8JUM/w400-h216/1f.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>My next two geocaches are in the Winchester Township. On previous roadtrips through Virginia I had just skipped the small townships, instead just focusing on the larger and rural counties. But I'm gonna have to fill these in on the map sooner or later. Might as well get to working on them.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>During the Civil War, the Union and Confederate armies each used the Frederick County Courthouse (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4XT0K" target="_blank">GC4XT0K</a>) as a hospital and a prison. The Greek revival style courthouse was completed in 1840. It was the third courthouse constructed on this location. In 1758, the first courthouse was the site of George Washington's first election to office, when voters here elected him a member of the Virginia House of Burgesses.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc_p4ALlsv8C26R01LXscnqMKH7iq8oTfCkpwUcXRBxCici2LjZF50-uUuE28mgCgIOaHr2xbR81Xu5fmHA27lpGUAklAzAQHHPKVSq7sNdziXfpL2pVRVy8d0l_olR3efcG-hJ-fPOukOJe-VV5kzlJD0ve3XpCtqO1mmgUvE873DULEksrRGMjB/s924/1g.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivc_p4ALlsv8C26R01LXscnqMKH7iq8oTfCkpwUcXRBxCici2LjZF50-uUuE28mgCgIOaHr2xbR81Xu5fmHA27lpGUAklAzAQHHPKVSq7sNdziXfpL2pVRVy8d0l_olR3efcG-hJ-fPOukOJe-VV5kzlJD0ve3XpCtqO1mmgUvE873DULEksrRGMjB/w312-h400/1g.jpg" width="312" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Though these buildings have not been around that long, Colonel James Wood, a native of Winchester, England, laid out and founded the new Winchester in Virginia prior to 1743. It received a charter of incorporation from the colonial legislature in February 1752. Colonel Wood was the first surveyor of Orange County from which the county of Frederick was carved by an act of the House of Burgesses passed in 1738.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfP7x2R0OyY7_oBIfdydQlenh21lJkZDRRbqARnO9pIE5BhyJRCkED1fpcnk_UUtp9qwZVK_-YaWj_OV3EVLBY7s79fb54geqGde3Zv8OtLRLFb3mknO6orOt7q0Bh7mjkTuM9St3KphoW-2CLwskoIiEyAd4tKDVnchTzbRSaP_GzMQV3PARdrs_/s1738/1h%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1738" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfP7x2R0OyY7_oBIfdydQlenh21lJkZDRRbqARnO9pIE5BhyJRCkED1fpcnk_UUtp9qwZVK_-YaWj_OV3EVLBY7s79fb54geqGde3Zv8OtLRLFb3mknO6orOt7q0Bh7mjkTuM9St3KphoW-2CLwskoIiEyAd4tKDVnchTzbRSaP_GzMQV3PARdrs_/w400-h226/1h%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Taylor Hotel, also our next virtual geocache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC890KN" target="_blank">GC890KN</a>), was a major stopping point for travelers because of its location on the Valley Turnpike and also was the center of town life. During the Civil War it was the headquarters for several commanders, most notably Confederate General Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson. This is the Taylor Hotel below as it looks today.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bmQqE3EM_4InzLC9F12MDd03f1GNtX3bwEIyuNly9g8f7lGaX-UU2NiBPxxoxkBTzTh5YEEk_oXdq1SusdWfkA4jnY3_BO5JGRXnTSIXqUMRlHQ0IS7b2osgNWWqKH2CICWIj4Q7oZ1ijn3X27vQ0xv2uqYWzR_ZL3x28LheD7uJ4NIlsjJ6Tw-7/s1535/1h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1535" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bmQqE3EM_4InzLC9F12MDd03f1GNtX3bwEIyuNly9g8f7lGaX-UU2NiBPxxoxkBTzTh5YEEk_oXdq1SusdWfkA4jnY3_BO5JGRXnTSIXqUMRlHQ0IS7b2osgNWWqKH2CICWIj4Q7oZ1ijn3X27vQ0xv2uqYWzR_ZL3x28LheD7uJ4NIlsjJ6Tw-7/w400-h254/1h.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Arriving in November 1861, his stay at the hotel was short. Continuing crowds of people eager to meet the famous Stonewall Jackson, he moved a few days later to a private residence of the Lewis T. Moore house, which is now the Stonewall Jackson Headquarters Museum (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4XT6Y" target="_blank">GC4XT6Y</a>) pictured below. He used this as his headquarters until March 1862 when he left Winchester to begin his Valley Campaign.</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl4Yu3ide1Omie52gkgF07NvHW3TqGR4MAlNFYUpvf8WW8Bo0mj_85O--tid-7MtSgcNw6NKt1-iedOPrC21bg6iH10kVUksBZSP0TRFKKdxRFjvQfbHr8fZDPXYJAtp1M6qiL1F0KcWyhdr8764uuDxqoixiKLRSiJBhj1LrtVfiDFmYtnku-AP6/s1553/1i.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="1553" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl4Yu3ide1Omie52gkgF07NvHW3TqGR4MAlNFYUpvf8WW8Bo0mj_85O--tid-7MtSgcNw6NKt1-iedOPrC21bg6iH10kVUksBZSP0TRFKKdxRFjvQfbHr8fZDPXYJAtp1M6qiL1F0KcWyhdr8764uuDxqoixiKLRSiJBhj1LrtVfiDFmYtnku-AP6/w400-h252/1i.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Finally exiting Virginia and making our way into West Virginia, our next stop was in the town of Middleway to grab a geocache for Jefferson County (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCM0TN" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCM0TN</a><b>). From the historical marker: Middleway, founded in the late 1700's, flourished as a trading center for most of the 1800's. About 1820, the Lutherans and German Reformed congregations joined together to build this church. Some years elapsed and the building was erected and finally the Presbyterians agreed to bear one third of the cost. Services were alternated, thus the name Union Church.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvqGUhkqgHnOsCjy0JsTaQy07OVjF8b-ay6cbD4nfi4frt-PQEZwbuPGh7NVxrv9K7_Mi_8hOEsS4rc8YYw0Vp1WdgKM1RRRmCphoBlC41sJxVSgwNs9oQ5t7ygu1fIHefYyrZR-544jZZZ35vpY57tEUZvMx1tiotAmSXoPRZ7cWjzfFpe8TrauT/s1480/1k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1480" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvqGUhkqgHnOsCjy0JsTaQy07OVjF8b-ay6cbD4nfi4frt-PQEZwbuPGh7NVxrv9K7_Mi_8hOEsS4rc8YYw0Vp1WdgKM1RRRmCphoBlC41sJxVSgwNs9oQ5t7ygu1fIHefYyrZR-544jZZZ35vpY57tEUZvMx1tiotAmSXoPRZ7cWjzfFpe8TrauT/w400-h264/1k.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>As the village declined, the Union Church and its cemetery deteriorated. In a more recent act of destruction, vandals smashed tombstones with bats and knocked others askew. The nearby Grace Episcopal Church, built in 1851, (pictured below), having acquired the forsaken property, stepped in and has restored the site to its former dignity.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWb4t18DvHjgtDkkxIizKU2QXekfBRy3UtZlndJWgRN-WyU_-9mINeR7E7FEQ6hMNtvQjQeg9TPUmLDS6iOjOwWuemhbGMxXyMR1bvygbGHRzomwZ5RYbBiqM2GglUS-fjGEpiOnsofbZ2FhR69ydBkWxmsQXBYzakH-oYTTnalMt0oNmGi7AlUMzo/s1786/1l%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1786" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWb4t18DvHjgtDkkxIizKU2QXekfBRy3UtZlndJWgRN-WyU_-9mINeR7E7FEQ6hMNtvQjQeg9TPUmLDS6iOjOwWuemhbGMxXyMR1bvygbGHRzomwZ5RYbBiqM2GglUS-fjGEpiOnsofbZ2FhR69ydBkWxmsQXBYzakH-oYTTnalMt0oNmGi7AlUMzo/w400-h218/1l%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>For Berkeley County, I stop for one of the famous WVTim gadget caches. Since 2012, it has had over 1400 finders and awarded nearly 700 favorite points. Located on the grounds of a fire station, it's made to look like an old fire house. I'm not gonna give you the GC code to this one cause I'm gonna tell you how it works. In order to open the compartment that contains the log sheet, you must first open the compartment which contains a package of balloons. Insert the balloon into tube on the side leaving enough around the tube for you to blow on and inflate the balloon. As the balloon expands on the inside, it opens the door containing the swag and log sheet. A fairly simple gadget cache but fun none the less. Oh and please take your balloon with you as you don't want another cacher to using the same one as you.</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPflIaLwprO_qWb-TdZt8LNecYmroOAJO0Nped4QL3qV2rENjHu7FzELFBJ734EswnAHVnv3pbXFFUEXcNEoueeHNTnDQrs_vO6JtJutuxDvu9OjDnyRA1cQupPLwySfYCWm2yeydRkktcCmreslIv4yYBJbUmEIUGa5pi4y3DNec66skWPKlh5aIs/s957/1l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="715" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPflIaLwprO_qWb-TdZt8LNecYmroOAJO0Nped4QL3qV2rENjHu7FzELFBJ734EswnAHVnv3pbXFFUEXcNEoueeHNTnDQrs_vO6JtJutuxDvu9OjDnyRA1cQupPLwySfYCWm2yeydRkktcCmreslIv4yYBJbUmEIUGa5pi4y3DNec66skWPKlh5aIs/w298-h400/1l.jpg" width="298" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Up next in Morgan County, I stopped for a quick guard rail cache (<a href="https://coord.info/GC4AX47" target="_blank">GC4AX47</a>) but still a significant point of history. From this point along the banks of the Upper Potomac River, Stonewall Jackson began shelling Hancock, Maryland from Orrick's Hill, January 5, 1862 after it refused to surrender Jackson's men were able to plunder a large cache of rifles, ammo, and blankets from a supply train that came into Alpine Station. After destroying remaining supplies, the B&O Railway track and the bridge over the Great Cacapon, Jackson marched his army of 8,500 men to Romney and captured it.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Crossing the bridge over into Maryland, we followed the river westbound until we got to that narrow piece of Maryland that separates West Virginia from Pennsylvania. Turning north a few hundred feet into Pennsylvania for our next geocache in PA's Fulton County and a significant piece of survey history. Here is located a stone survey marker for the Mason-Dixon Line (<a href="https://coord.info/GC2BCKX" target="_blank">GC2BCKX</a>).</b></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwiLhacJDGMTORCb_DyAN-Ue8lDtAmDR3R1GTcc8MsH1z-bdVt8MIR3r6gIKN9LBph2GCYbVgdU8Rr8VqMHbJChEmfD2Vx5EfPY0N-qBi6_IlXzw7tPPa3Lja-3Gten-894BHNTnQHUo05M_OxepafuYJAWBieDhem6_XyMJASOEXbL238Es8jjDW/s1232/1m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1232" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwiLhacJDGMTORCb_DyAN-Ue8lDtAmDR3R1GTcc8MsH1z-bdVt8MIR3r6gIKN9LBph2GCYbVgdU8Rr8VqMHbJChEmfD2Vx5EfPY0N-qBi6_IlXzw7tPPa3Lja-3Gten-894BHNTnQHUo05M_OxepafuYJAWBieDhem6_XyMJASOEXbL238Es8jjDW/w400-h316/1m.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The Mason–Dixon Line was surveyed between 1763 and 1767 by Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon in the resolution of a border dispute between British colonies in Colonial America. The disputants engaged an expert British team, astronomer Charles Mason and surveyor Jeremiah Dixon, to survey what became known as the Mason–Dixon Line.
It cost the Calverts of Maryland and the Penns of Pennsylvania £3,512/9 to have 244 miles surveyed with such accuracy. To them the money was well spent, for in a new country there was no other way of establishing ownership.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Mason and Dixon's actual survey line began to the south of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and extended from a benchmark east to the Delaware River and west to what was then the boundary with western Virginia.
The surveyors also fixed the boundary between Delaware and Pennsylvania and the approximately north–south portion of the boundary between Delaware and Maryland. Most of the Delaware–Pennsylvania boundary is an arc, and the Delaware–Maryland boundary does not run truly north-south because it was intended to bisect the Delmarva Peninsula rather than follow a meridian.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>And finally our last geocache of the day was a virtual (</b><a href="https://coord.info/GCED74" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">GCED74</a><b>) at the Sideling Hill Welcome Center on I-68. The Interstate 68 highway through Maryland is also known as the National Freeway. It runs parallel to US-40 and the original National Road which was built in the 1800's. I'll talk more about the National Road more next week when we visit some of the remnants along the way including the first toll booth in the United States.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>That's it for today. To follow along on our travels and keep up with my latest blogs, you may do so here of course by clicking the "Follow" button to the right. But also by using one or more of your favorite of these social media platforms: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AwayWeGoUS" target="">Facebook</a>, <a href="https://mewe.com/i/markgregorich" target="">MeWe</a>, <a href="https://gab.com/AwayWeGo50" target="">Gab</a>, <a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/AwayWeGo50">Reddit</a>, <a href="https://parler.com/#/user/AwayWeGo50">Parlor</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/AwayWeGo6">Twitter</a>, <a href="http://www.rvillage.com/profile/AwayWeGo50" target="_blank">RVillage</a>, <a href="https://www.gettr.com/user/awaywego" target="_blank">GETTR</a>, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/awaywego50/">Instagram</a>, and <a href="https://truthsocial.com/@AwayWeGo">TruthSocial</a>. These all link directly to my profiles. Again, please feel free to comment and / or share.</b></span></div>
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