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As I expected, I was awakened not at 5am on Monday the 5th, but at 9:30am which was earlier than Dad got up. He'd decided while packing the night before that we'd head straight to Chicago, then up to Wisconsin to see the House on the Rock again (which ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kirkusmaximus12 had never seen). Hence we didn't leave until 12pm, which really wasn't that bad in terms of Dad's usual lateness, so eh. I drove the first leg of the trip which included detours through rural Penn. and a lot of singing along to Life is a Highway. We aimed for Indiana before we stopped but ended up in Ohio, where we had internet but I had to mostly use it to research museum opening times and addresses for the next day's drive. Next day, we made it to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago by noon and had so much fun exploring the place that we didn't make it to the Field Museum in time for Kirk to see Sue. He did get to explore the aquarium while Dad and I cruised around since we were unwilling to pay $16 for parking for an hour. From there, we did a run up to Madison, WI, almost starving on the way since there is nothing along the highway there.
From our hotel in the morning, we made it to the House on the Rock around 10am. They'd added on more since Dad and I had last been there, including a display on the history of the House and its' founder. Quite interesting. From there we explored the gardens, the House, etc etc. Kirk loved it, which made the whole trip worthwhile, and I took the opportunity of carting a full tripod in there and getting good pics of things I'd gotten poor pics of due to the awful lighting in places. We finished exploring everything and climbing back up the hill (it's so easy going down...) around 4pm, and decided to make the run for my brother B.'s house near Louisville, which we hit at 2am, much to our shame. And now I must run. Ja ne!
kirkusmaximus12 had never seen). Hence we didn't leave until 12pm, which really wasn't that bad in terms of Dad's usual lateness, so eh. I drove the first leg of the trip which included detours through rural Penn. and a lot of singing along to Life is a Highway. We aimed for Indiana before we stopped but ended up in Ohio, where we had internet but I had to mostly use it to research museum opening times and addresses for the next day's drive. Next day, we made it to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago by noon and had so much fun exploring the place that we didn't make it to the Field Museum in time for Kirk to see Sue. He did get to explore the aquarium while Dad and I cruised around since we were unwilling to pay $16 for parking for an hour. From there, we did a run up to Madison, WI, almost starving on the way since there is nothing along the highway there. From our hotel in the morning, we made it to the House on the Rock around 10am. They'd added on more since Dad and I had last been there, including a display on the history of the House and its' founder. Quite interesting. From there we explored the gardens, the House, etc etc. Kirk loved it, which made the whole trip worthwhile, and I took the opportunity of carting a full tripod in there and getting good pics of things I'd gotten poor pics of due to the awful lighting in places. We finished exploring everything and climbing back up the hill (it's so easy going down...) around 4pm, and decided to make the run for my brother B.'s house near Louisville, which we hit at 2am, much to our shame. And now I must run. Ja ne!
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Yeah, with Dad you have to be prepared for chronic lateness (and he gets weirdly upset about it, as if he hasn't been late a million times before), and also carry a book around for all the times he gets in conversations that last for hours and hours until you pull him away. And it's not just with relatives or old friends, but complete strangers (I will always remember the four hours he spent chatting with a former chicken farmer).
(Amusingly, we warned our eldest niece, G., of this the other day when we went out for barbecue with her mother and family (my brother B's. ex-wife) and Dad just kept talking to her mother for over an hour after dinner in the parking lot until Kirk and I just grabbed the car and prepared to drive away. Once we got home, G. got cornered by him on the staircase and at first she was chatting happily while Kirk and I wisely went about our business. An hour later, I saw her on the stairs and she had edged down several steps in an attempt to leave. I took pity on her and told them their talking was keeping Kirk and I from hearing the video we were trying to watch. "Thank you. You weren't kidding that he could talk!" G. whispered to be as she went by. *L*)