As We Wind On Down The Road

March 16, 2008 at 1:17 AM | Posted in Journal | 2 Comments
  Friday and Saturday were probably the most perfect couple of days I’ve had in a while.  Perfect enough to be scary.  Perfect enough that you wonder when the other show is going to drop.  Perfect enough to make you a careful driver.  

  Saturday Detroit and I got up early because the last thing I said before I went to bed was "I love you."  The second-to-the-last thing I said was, "Breakfast."  We went out for breakfast, and then went for a drive.  It was a perfect overcast day, calm and cool with the scent of coming rain and Spring loomed on the horizon.  We drove.
  We ended up in Illinois.  I took her a way she had never been, and I hadn’t been in years:  we drove north, across the river, and into Alton.  It was a whim.  I wanted to be able to spot Fast Eddie’s.  Fast Eddie’s Bon-Aire is rated on many scales as the Best Bar In America.  Couldn’t find it, of course–but I know it’s there.  I didn’t look real hard.  We drove around Alton a bit.  There are actually three Altons:  Alton we were in, and then there is East Alton, white trash capital of the USA.  In Missouri, on the odd stretch of often flooded bottom-land where the Missouri and Mississippi rivers meet is a place called West Alton.  Population 536.  That may be an exaggeration, but most of them were at the Dirt Cheap where I stopped for smokes.
  Plus, since we’ve been having a string of luck, I bought some lottery tickets.  If any day is my day, this is it.
  So we drove around Alton a bit, enjoying (if you can call it that) the sights (if you can call them that).  Alton is hilly and rustic.  It…personified, Alton is San Fransisco’s bastard third cousin with syphilis.
  After tooling around Alton, we headed north on The River Road.  And it is right on the river.  The Mississippi River is quite impressive in spots, and this is one of them.  There was an overcast sky and a bit of haze in the air, making the far shore–over a mile away–seem majestic and mysterious.  To our right, the river.  To our left, massive rock cliffs going straight up, about a hundred feet, on average.  It was a nice day for a drive.  Further up the road, we came upon a few tiny towns and villages, and they were architectural throwbacks to a bygone era. 
  Does that sound right?  I’m just trying to say there were some old buildings.  Turn of the (last) century types, things like that.  Also alot of shanties and crap that didn’t belong there.  A few villages that appeared to thrive on the tourist trade, with antique shops and so forth.  Tiny diners with a view of the river.  Awesome.  Up further still, and we came to Pere Marquette.  Lodge, camp grounds, and state park.
  In my former life with my ex, we had been by it a few times, and had talked of staying there but never did.  Now, I’m glad I didn’t.  I decided to pull in and check the place out personally.
  It was incredible.  Detroit and I stopped at the front desk, said we were thinking about staying some time, could we look around.  "Sure!"  The Lodge is a a massive building of stone and large wood timbers, like a country castle.  It was beautiful, elegant, and spacious.  A couple of restaurants within, and a large, large lounge area.  In the lounge there was a chess set.  On the floor.  Because it was about 20 feet by 20 feet.  Two men were playing, standing on the board and picking up the pieces (the size of toddlers through first graders) and moving them.  Very cool.  In addition to the main lodge, there were also some outer cabins/lodges that looked to have about three suites per in them.  You know what?  I just realized this!  We should have asked to see a room!  Shit!  Where’s the web site?
  After that, we got some information from them and drove home.  It was a nice morning drive, a little jaunt.  Detroit was very happy.  It’s the kind of thing we like to do, and doing it together–what a wonderful, special time.
http://pmlodge.net/
http://www.greatriverroad.com/Pere/PereIndex.htm

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  1. It was a wonderful day…but any day with you is wonderful.

  2. Happy St Patty\’s Day!!
    *~* :o) everyone smiles in the same language… :o) *~*


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