Sunday, September 15, 2019

A Most Delightful Day Enjoying a Fab Park in Illinois: The Estate Takes on Alaska

Copyright 2019, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

September 13, 2019

The storms went through late last night and in the early morning.  The first round had significant thunder and rain.  Sir W did not like the thunder and told it to stop.  

The morning came with much cooler and more pleasant conditions. Sun peaking out and then the clouds pretty much just going somewhere else.  At noon the temp out there is still under 70.  Truly delightful. 

As our tour is coming to an end I am starting the cleaning all the dust and grime I can find. Window edges, floors. Rugs will get done when we get back to the stickbuilt.  The Estate will be gutted, linens washed, gear will be transferred back to Tana or into the house.  Current plan is to winterize The Estate pretty much as soon as we get back.  

A nice field of corn was growing behind us.  It will be about 3 to 4 weeks before it is ready to harvest.

We had a leisurely day. The weather was spectacular.  I cleaned and cooked and cleaned some more.  I do love clean floors, I think it is a fetish.  LOL

Won’t be attempting to do Harvest Full Moon photos, too many trees and corn fields.

This view out the front of The Estate, well kept grounds, lots of fresh gravel, and a playgroup for the kiddos that was purchased from another local campground that was going out of business. (See below for a discussion on that.)  Note the auto is NOT ours, we have no toad (towed) with us.

Last night we had a very interesting discussion with one of the owners of this campground.  She told us that 2 or 3 other local campgrounds have gone out of business.  Just shut down.  Several reasons, the first she mentioned is “fighting bad reviews”.  Basically unreasonable customers. I have been know to rant now and then. (Wink, wink.) I do, try to balance the rants with unreasonable expectations. For example I won’t rant because there is a gravel site instead of poured concrete one.  People complain about all gravel sites in the west, mmmmm, dear peeps, it’s pretty water intensive to have “green” campsites in ohhhh, Tuscon.  I mean really, peeps complain about - - weird stuff.  Like there are too many buildings on a property.  The buildings are not “labeled”.  I dunno, if it is me, and a building is not labeled I just figure it’s none of my business and go about the rest of my day.  In a time when the RV industry is delivering about one half a million new units per year, campsites are tough to get now.  Not many new campgrounds are being built.  And, campground reviews that are not fair, or are just outright silly are causing established campgrounds to close their doors forever.  I suppose none of this should come as a surprise in the divisive social media times we are living through.  It is very sad tho.  

The campground photos do not come close to doing justice to just how nice this place was.  Man and I both agreed that we could have easily spent a week there, just sitting and enjoying and relaxing.

I have rough guess estimated that I have taken 6600 photos during this tour.  That does not count the ones I deleted already.  Aren't you happy that I only shared the best of the best due to time and bandwidth/connectivity issues??  Ya, I knew that.  


I-80 Truck Stop and Truck Museum, on to Illinois: The Estate Takes on Alaska

Copyright 2019, CABS for Reflections From the Fence

September 12, 2019

A slow start. Departure 11:30. Warming up, getting hot and soppy humid.  

First stop. Supplies. I need bananas.  Oh, and we need other stuff too.  LOL

After the stock up stop we still need fuel and lunch. And we realize we are 35 miles from the I-80 truck stop. So. Off we go, we will fuel up and have lunch there. See how much it has changed since the last time we were through here. 

This part of Iowa, still a bit windy, but I can see for miles.  I like it.  Farm land, silos, farms. Corn fields stretch for miles.  Soy as well, some of which is turning yellow. 

I-80 truck stop, of course there are changes.  Interior of the building we remember has been freshened up.

Now, the Museum, which I have discovered was expanded in 2012.  I could not remember when we were here last, but, after checking around in my blog and photos, it seems it was the same year.  Man and I do not remember the museum, at all.  The best I can figure we were here in 2003, 2012 and now.  I have yet to discover the original date of opening of the museum, and we do not remember it being open in 2012, so, this is our first visit.  It was fun!

In the museum we see White trucks. Connects to Martha Darden (a first cousin 3 times removed)  via her marriage to Richard Zeisling.  Richard's second wife was Elinor Bradley.  Elinor's first hubby was William King White.  Yea.  Not a direct line, but a fun subject to research.  From the work, "Boys Grown Tall, A Story of American Initiative, A reprint of fifty biographical sketches of Cleveland industrialists" published in the Daily and Sunday Plain Dealer during March, April and May, 1944 : "White comes of a long line of Cleveland industrialists.  His grandfather was creator of the famous White sewing machine.  His father, Rollin H. White, pioneered in creating the White Steamer and the White gasoline-driven automobile."  Anywhoooooo, another example of my genealogy and my RV life enhancing each other.  I had no idea there was such a history/display of the White trucks anywhere.  

This is a 1924 White Wrecker, Model 40.  Signage indicated top speed of 15 MPH.

There were so many signs, all over the walls.

Now, this may be the coolest truck they have on display, and, yes, it is a White.  LOL  It is a White 1944 model WA-114.  By the way, it holds 4,800 bottles of Coke.

There were two concrete mixer type trucks in the museum.  It's a family thing, the concrete connection.  My father used to see admixtures for concrete.

This is a 1942 Mack FJ, top speed, 27 MPH.

1929 International Harvester, HS 104 C.  Top speed 25 MPH.

Mississippi River, on Illinois side lots of tall deciduous trees and just as I was mourning the loss of views, and the corn fields returned. It’s a mixed foliage story now.  

Windy. Whewie.  Side attack. Kept our speed down to about 55 and took our time, but there were a few blasts that shook us good.  

Arrived campground near Sheffield Illinois about 6ish.  We had to call the owner to come check us in. That tells me it’s a quiet campground.  Not crowded.  And it is, both, quiet and not crowded.  The campsites are so nice and wide (and ours was more than long enough for us, could have easily held Jolly and Tana.)

Spent the evening sitting outside.  It was still warming and humid, but the breeze was nice and the view so pleasant.  Till the skeeters arrived.  One bite swelled up larger than a dime in seconds.  Scratching, scratching.

We are watching for storms, none till very late. 

We drove 134 miles today.