Thursday, October 22, 2015

The Second Half of Our Midwest Tour...Better Late Than Never!!!

Bemidji, MN to Fairview, IL                                                                 September 2015

Tuesday, September  1 (our 47th anniversary) we bid good-bye to “Do-loot” and headed for Bemidji, MN.  We found a delightful restaurant right on Lake Bemidje to have dinner and plot out our next 47 years

You might wonder why we chose to go to Bemidje, since it wasn’t exactly on a major route.  We had a couple of reasons:  Jerry visited Lake Itasca and the headwaters of the Mississippi River near Bemidje when he was 7 years old, and our longtime Visalia friend, Judee Berg grew up in Blackduck, 20 miles north.  Jerry posed by the old Black Duck, in the middle of “downtown”.  Of course the new one was out on the highway…three blocks away!

Zion Lutheran Church was Judee’s home church and where she and Doug were married.  Sadly it was all locked up and we couldn’t go inside.  Judee’s childhood home was certainly within walking distance…of course most of Blackduck was withing walking distance!  Quite modern looking for northern Minnesota, though.

We toured all the landmarks of Blackduck…Judee’s dad’s lumber yard, the golf course, the Duck Inn Restaurant, and drove by the house Judee’s family lived in.  While I was in the fabric outlet store wishing I owned a sewing machine, Jerry found a Northlander Gift Shop across the street to explore.  It turned out that the owner, Rob, was a classmate of Judee’s, and another shopper in the store, Nita, knew Judee too.  What a small world!  Soon Jerry was texting pictures back and forth with Judee (who was in California) and being the go-between in this little mini reunion.  What fun!

After lunch we were off to Itasca State Park and the headwaters of the Mississippi River, half an hour SW of Bemidji.  Jerry came here with his aunt, uncle, and cousin as a 7 year old and remembered walking across the Missisisspi.  Of course we had to replicate the event.  He also remembered being fascinated with all the birch trees and I’m sure had visions of making a birch bark canoe.  After all, Jerry grew up in the Davy Crockett era.


A visit to Bemidji would not be complete without a visit with Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox.  The parking lot at the visitors center where they reside was being redone, but we perservered.  Yep, they both are really big!

Thursday, September 3, was a travel day as we made our way to our Labaor Day destination.  As we travelled, I always kept watch for the quirky and funny.  Near Bemidji I saw a sign advertising a lake resort which touted all of the resort’s great features, including “a plowed ice road!”  We don’t see that kind of advertising every day! 

We found River Terrace RV Park in Monticello, MN, after a bit of wandering through the neighborhoods.  This park was well worth the trouble, as our site was right on the banks of the Missisippi River.  The river had grown considerably since we saw it at Lake Itasca.  Staying in RV parks was always a bit of a roll of the dice, and no research can tell me who our neighbors might be.  This night, we were parked next to a big fifth wheel and a couple who rescued miniature pinschers.  Yikes!!  We had visions of little yappy dogs…we counted 5 in the dog run next to the RV…keeping us awake all night.  Fortunately, they were well behaved but it was an evening Smokey opted to stay inside.

We didn’t know anyone in Monticello, so no one to visit.  Monticello had a hardware store and a Target, so we caught up on some shopping for the bus.  Later in the afternoon we found yet another microbrewery, Lulupin.  Delicious 2 Nut Brown (yes, I know, but that was the brew’s name).  Jerry had quite a conversation with a fella on the next bar stool who was a nuclear physicist…really!  Intersting conversations.  In the photo, Jerry is conversing the the server, a man who works here as a second job and worked as a printer during the day.  I gathered he was single!

Thursday September 3 we pulled in to Camp Faribo, just south of Faribault, MN, and our parking spot for the next four nights.  We had made these reservations quite awhile ago, knowing that the Labor Day weekend would be busy at every campground we might choose.  We weren’t wrong.  This place was packed with coaches like ours, campers, tent trailers, fifth wheels…you name it!  The campground was very family oriented with a pool, low slung tricycles for the kids to ride, and a rec center.  To add to the chaos the weather had turned hot and muggy and we appreciated our air conditioning. 

Our primary purpose for staying here over the holiday weekend was to see old friends we knew in Visalia who had returned to Kenyon, MN, many years ago, Dave and Linda Hellstern.  Their daughter Siri was our baby-sitter and we had not seen her since she graduated from high school  She was now a 40 year old nurse practitioner and a mother of three.  

We went to church with Dave and Linda at the church Linda’s family had attended since the 1800’s!  Dave and Linda were married there and even have their tombstone there, ready and waiting for them.  

It was a rather unique experience to wander the church’s cemetery after service and see their headstone.

Dave and Linda came to the bus Sunday evening for dinner and I got this lovely shot of them.  Lots of conversations and lots of catching up.  We love meeting and making new friends, but it seems the old ones are the best!

We decided we will need a reunion in Visalia of all of us who once lived there in and 80’s and 90’sand have moved away, along with all of those old friends who remain.  You know who you are…be watching for a plan for next spring after Easter.

On Labor Day we had a barbecue at Dave and Linda’s home.  They live in the country NE of Kenyon and about half a mile from their church.  Linda’s parents had built the home in the 90’s and Linda had remodelled it.  I knew it would be lovely and it was, but the surprise were their two great danes!  They were well behaved but not pleased at being put outside.  Kinda like living with ponies!

Siri and her twin daughters Faith and Gracia and 6 year old Nora also came for the BBQ.  It was wonderful seeing Siri again and meeting her family.  Having known Siri as a teenager, we knew she would be a great adult, but it was so heart warming to see how “put together” she was.  I have to share some photos:

Getting read to have a photo taken was a bit of a challenge, apparently.  I have no idea what Gracia and Faith were looking at!  Little Nora, definitely her own unique person, might have been practicing ballet moves.

Lovely, when prepared for the shot!

It was hard to say good-bye to all of them and more than a few tears were shed.  We were already looking forward to a get together next spring.

During Monday night-Tuesday morning, we received 2.6” rain at Camp Faribo.  By the time we pulled out, the little creek that crossed the park entrance was flooding.  It was time to “get out of Dodge!”

We had one more destination on our Midwest tour before we returned to Fairview…Phil Olson’s SW Wisconsin.

We had reservations at a campground just north of Prairie du Chien, right along the Mississippi River (I wonder how many times we’d crossed the river during this tour!) and our route followed the river south of LaCrosse on the Wisconsin side, taking WI 35.  Unfortunately, even though we had a great view of the river, the locks and the river traffic, the road was terrible.  Abe seemed to exaggerate every bump and bounce.  It was slow going.

For this last leg of the journey, we knew we wanted to stay somewhere near Prairie du Chien and I struggled to find a campground that sounded ok for Abe.  I finally settled on “Sports Unlimited Campground” with some trepidation.  The person with whom I spoke wasn’t very reassuring as I querried her about the accessibility of the campground off of one of Wisconsin’s scary county roads. Yep, we’ve had some bad experiences!  Imagine our pleasant surprise when this campground turned out to be lovely!  It was all but deserted the Tuesday after Labor Day, had lots of big sites with all the hook-ups, had tall, well-trimmed trees, and was easy to access.  Yippee! 

Once settled, we were ready to unhook the pickup and explore.  Right across the road we found a lovely little bar for lunch, with a deck that overlooked their marina and the Mississippi River.  Good omens!

Phil Olson, a long-time Visalia friend, grew up in this area of Wisconsin.  Phil and his wife Rita now live in Klamath Falls, OR, and will definitely be on the reunion list!  We had heard many stories from Phil about this area and were ready to explore.

We stopped in Mt. Sterling at the cheese factory, where apparently everyone in Phil’s family had worked at some point.  Phil’s mom, Gladys, lived in Mt Sterling and we saw her house.  Mt. Sterling is just another little midwest town but had a definite Wisconsin feel to it!

We made our way along the top of the ridge out of Mt. Sterling for a couple of miles to find Utica Lutheran Church that the Olson family had attended.  The church sat on a high point surrounded by it’s graveyard.  In the midwest is the only spot where we’ve seen this tradition of burying the faithful just out the back door, but we liked it!  Of course the church was locked up tight but we enjoyed the views from the outside as we wandered through the cemetery.

The other must-see town was Gays Mills, where Phil and the rest of the Olson brood went to high school  The building, a traditional brick two story structure, reminiscent of many schools in Midwest, has been replaced by a more modern structure.  These thrifty Wisconsonians, rather than tear down a perfectly good brick school repurposed it.  Now mushrooms were grown inside!  Got an empty old building just sitting down going to ruin?  Repurpose it for fungi!

The culmination of this part of our journey was to have dinner with Judy Olson Vongen and her husband Thurman (Phil's sister and brother-in-law) at the Swing Inn.  Nope, you can’t make this stuff up!  Thurman is a mail carrier and had a route that was 116 miles long!  When he finished that job he repaired tractors.  What a guy!  Judy brought us a lovely gift bag of jellies, pickles, and wine…very Gladys Olson of her.  Nice folks.  Phil had advised us that this little roadside restaurant was the place to eat catfish cheeks, and we were quite curious about the exotic delicacy.  As luck would have it, this dish was off the menu so we chose their special instead, ham and potato casserole.  I felt like I was at a Lutheran Church hotdish dinner!  Yum.

Wednesday, September 9, we returned to our parking spot in Fairview, IL, to spend time with Jerry’s aunt Dorothy Peterson (who is 8 months younger than he!) and the rest of the family.  Thursday, September 10, Jim had his final appoint with the MD Electrophysiologist who implanted his pacemaker.  He got a good report and won’t need to see this physician again for a year.  Good news!

The Woodall Women decided to have a ladies’ day.  First things first…to lunch at Billy’s Tap in Canton.  Yep.  Took Mom to a bar!  This place had a reputation for great food but no one told us it would take about two hours to get it.  It really didn’t matter, though, since we chatted the whole time.

We attempted to do a little shopping in Canton…not an easy thing to do!  The most interesting shop we were in was the resale shop!  I think everyone found something to buy.

Sunday, Septermber 13, found us worshipping in Wataga, IL, at Faith Lutheran Church.  Visalia friends, Carolyn and Berkley Johnson, were visitng family and friends here and this was their home church.

We had worshipped with Berk and Carolyn for many years at Christ Lutheran Church in Visalia and it was good to be with them again.  Carolyn’s brother and sister-in-law also attend church here, so we all went to lunch at “Crave” (what a great name for a restaurant!) in Farmington.  Again, great conversations and reminiscences. 

Before Dorothy returned home, she, Jerry and I drove to Scott County to review some of the Woodall/Ashmore/Gauges/ Guinanne/Hanback history.  I won’t go into the whole family tree but both of Jerry’s parents and their ancestors were from Scott County.  Dorothy, a younger sister of Jerry’s dad, as the family historian, had lots of good information.  

On the way, we stopped for breakfast in Petersburg and visited the grave of Edgar Lee Masters, author of “Spoon River Anthology” whose 100th anniversary was this year.  We also saw the grave of Ann Rutledge, Abraham Lincoln’s sweetheart.  This city, a planned community surveyed by Abraham Lincoln when he was a resident of nearby New Salem, had several stately Victorian homes that were bed and breakfast inns.

Scott County:  Winchester (the county seat), Alsey, Glasgow, Bluffs, and to the south:  Roodhouse and Whitehall.  Family history in everyone of them.  We tromped through several cemeteries in search of ancestors, and had a beautiful day to do it.  In the photo above Jerry and I were standing behind the grave of Jerry’s maternal grandparents, Frank and Gladys Guinnane…Jerry’s Irish connection.

For many years Jerry’s maternal grandfather, Frank Guinnane, was the caretaker at St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Winchester.  Dorothy and I were standing just behind the bench that the family erected outside the front entry.  The plaque says:  You have nurtured us as you have nurtured these grounds with your abiding love.  Thanks, Dad.  Fathers Day, 1979”.

One piece of Woodall/Gauges family lore.  Peter Gauges, Jerry’s great great grandfather, immigrated from Germany in the mid 1800’s.  He came through Lancaster County, PA, and eventually settled in Glasgow, IL.  He built this two-story brick blacksmith shop and it’s still in use today as a garage.  His first home was destroyed by a tornado, so the second home he built was built to withstand any storm Illinois could throw at him. 

On our way back to Fairview we had took the ferry across the Illinois River to Kampsville in hopes of eating catfish at the Kampsville Inn.  The restaurant was closed due to flood damage but we still enjoyed the ferry ride.  The Kampsville ferry crossed the Illinois River and connects the Kampsville segment of Illinois Route 108 with its remainder in Greene County. The ferry was free and ran 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It is one of two permanent ferries operated by the Illinois Department of Transportation.  As you it wasn’t big by Washington State ferry standards…it held 3y cars!


That’s all for now.  Gotta get ready for a family visit and our 50th class reunion.  More to come.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Fairview, IL to Duluth, MN                                                                                        August 2015

We continue to use Fairview, IL, as our home base and have a great spot to park Abe.  Being here has given us a wonderful summer seeing family and friends, visiting places we remember from growing up here, and discovering all the wonderful new changes that have come about over the last 50 years.  I won’t bore you with all those details and will get on to the travelling adventures we have had.  I’ll have to do this in installments, though!  We’re just having too much fun to keep up with my blog…and that’s a good thing.

Jerry’s brother Don and sister-in-law Sally live east of St. Louis (about 4 hours away) and, along with Jerry, are big Cardinals fans.  (I, of course, continue to root for the Cubbies!)  We drove to St. Louis to see a ballgame on August 17, taking us on a route through the wilds of historical Illinois.

During our childhoods the Chautauqua National Wildlife Refuge, on the western bank of the Illinois River at Havana, IL, was “Norris Farms”, a several-thousand-acre feedlot.  Coming down over the Illinois River bluff we once saw thousands and thousand of cattle standing on concrete, being readied for Chicago slaughter houses.  Since 2000, the concrete has been removed, the dikes torn down and the land has once again flooded.  The land has returned to its natural state and is quite a sight to see.

Crossing the Illinois River at Havana (soon after driving through the little town of Cuba!) gave us views of all the barge traffic.  Havana has quite a reputation as a gambling river town and supposedly characters like Al Capone would gamble at the local clubs.

Don and Sally were old hands at getting in to St. Louis to see a baseball game and we were delighted to use their expertise!  We took a shuttle bus from Fairview Heights, on the the east side of St. Louis and were deposited right outside the stadium.  The stadium was in downtown St. Louis and driving there, although certainly possible, would have been a chore.  It was much nicer to let an experienced driver to the “heavy lifting”!

What a place!!  Obviously baseball is a big-time operation.  We saw a huge meeting center attached to the ball field, and of course the stadium itself would seat the population of an average-sized city! 

Don, Sally, and Jerry were certainly dressed appropriate in their “Cardinal Red!”

It was a hot and humid afternoon and evening, but in spite of that the stadium was almost full for the game.  About 70,000 people were there to watch!

We arrived about 2 hours before the game and were able to wander through this vast complex.  I thought it was good planning on someone’s part to be sure that the famous St. Louis arch was visible from the stands.  It was mind-boggling to consider how many gallons of soft drinks and beer, hot dogs and buns..toilet paper!!...it took to support the fans at this ballgame.

The Cards played the San Francisco Giants and won 2-1!  We even got to see a home run, with the attendant fireworks.

August 20, we fired up Abe and hit the road for a 3-week tour of the upper Midwest.  Even though we had lived in the Midwest the first 18 years of our lives, neither of us had seen much of the northern tier of states and we were ready to explore.  Our first destination was Door County, Wisconsin.  After an overnight stop in Stoughton, WI, we arrived at the Egg Harbor Campground on August 21.  The weather was nice and cool – a great relief after several hot and humid weeks in Fairview.  The campground was busy but so well designed that we hardly saw anyone!  Imagine having a campfire in August!

We did shake our heads a little bit over the campgound’s unique water delivery system, but it all seemed to work.  We decided that because of the potential for severe winters, the campground folks keep the water lines above ground and pull them in about the end of October.

We did all the tourist stuff, including a fish boil at the Old Post Office Restaurant in Sisters Bay.  It was quite a unique process.  The Lake Michigan whitefish was caught by local fishermen and prepared outside over a roaring open fire.  Small potatoes and onions were boiled first and the fish chunks were then dropped into the steaming kettle.  When the oils from the whitefish rose to the top of the kettle, kerosene was added to the flames creating the "boil over," spilling the fish oils over the side and signaling that the catch was ready to serve.  Quite a spectacle!  This particular fish boil restaurant had just been filmed for a Food Network show and the fish boiler guy made sure we had the info to catch him on TV.

The Door Peninsula is a long, thin finger of land which juts north into Lake Michigan.  Early French voyageurs experiencing violent seas in the passage between the peninsula and Washington Island named the passage Porte des Mort" which translates as "Door of the Dead." When deciding on a name for a new county to include the entire peninsula in 1851, the Wisconsin Legislature decided to drop the latter part of the name, and settled on Door County.  Lighthouses to keep the heavy shipping traffic out of harm’s way were a necessity and many of those historic lighthouses are still in operation.  We found them fascinating to visit.

In the photo above, I was standing on the boardwalk leading to the lower rangelight at Baileys Harbor.


The only lighthouse we climbed was at Cana Island.  To access this light, we walked across a causeway to Cana Island and then up the 97 steps to the top.  This was still an operating lighthouse, safely bringing ships into the harbor.  The day we were there it was partly cloudy and windy, providing dramatic views of scudding clouds and choppy water.  Not a day we would want to be cruising.  In the “olden days”, the light burned lard, brought from the mainland in ships.  Today, of course it was all electric and very efficient.  Can you imagine carrying warm lard up 97 steps?

The lighthouse at Sturgeon Bay protected the entry into Ship Canal, connecting the bay with Lake Michigan.  We couldn’t visit the lighthouse, since it was on an active Coast Guard station, but saw a Coast Guard ship, out for a run on Ship Canal.

Cave Island Point, a county park inside a state park, was on the east side of the peninsula, on the shore of Lake Michigan.  This eroded rock wall overhanging the water provided a glimpse of the backbone of Door County:  the Niagara Escarpment.  Jerry and I enjoyed learning a little bit about the geology of the area:   that this dolomite limestone “ridge” continues on to terminate at Niagara Falls.  Cool

As was our custom to find a church to attend, Sunday, August 23, found us at Bayside Lutheran Church in Sturgeon Bay.  We met Joan and Jef (yes, 1 “f”), who were ushers that day and who invited us to brunch with them after church.  The service itself was very traditional “high church” with beautiful music, including a very talented cellist.  Another great experience at a warm and welcoming local church. 

Sunday afternoon we toured the Sturgeon Bay Maritime Museum, another and filled in some of the gaps in our understanding of the area.  A great museum and well worth the visit!

I don’t want you to think we were shirking our mission to seek out local microbreweries.  We found this quaint little spot in the middle of the peninsula and enjoyed their creations.

Tuesday, August 25, we left Door County and headed for Green Bay, with some trepidation.  As long time Chicago Bears fans, it did feel as though we were entering the lion’s den, but we persevered.  We found a great camp ground…the Brown County Fairgrounds.  The fair had ended the day before and, except for the clean up crews, we had the place to ourselves.  Was it beautiful…no, but we had plenty of power, which was all we needed.  Since the fairgrounds was not busy, we were able to park on the asphalt and not on the grass, where I am quite sure we would have sunk.

We had two objectives in Green Bay…visit Lambeau Field and see my nephew’s family in Appleton, south of Green Bay.  We successfully did both.

We took a guided tour of Lambeau Field and even purchased tickets to the Hall of Fame…not easy when one’s heart belongs to Da’ Bears!  Of course the stadium was quite impressive, seating 80,000.  Even more impressive was the support the city of Green Bay has given the Packers to keep this a viable operation.  Big time pro football in a city of 15,000…they were doing it right!  I’m sure you have heard the stories about the difficulty of acquiring season tickets to Packers Games.  The wait time is about 115 years, given the current rate of turn over!  One’s position in line on the wait list can be willed one’s children!  These people are serious about football.

Jerry practiced his Lambeau Leap after the tour was over.  I suspected he wasn’t the first one to do this.

Did you know that the tradition during the Packers Training Camp is for the local kids to bring their bikes to the stadium for the players to ride back and forth to the practice field?  This practice started in the 1950’s and continues today.  The story was told that sometimes the bike a player picks to ride is entirely too small, so the player tucks the bike under one arm and the child to whom the bike belongs under the other arm.  That would be a picture!

My nephew Mark Rask, his wife Danielle, and their sons Levi, Micah and Gabe met us at Buffalo Wild Wings in Appleton.  We had a busy, chatty evening with them.  We will see them again in October when they come to Illinois for a little family reunion.  Mark and Danielle’s oldest son, Levi, said he thought it was really fun “meeting Daddy’s aunt and uncle.”  So sweet.

It was no surprise to us that Wisconsin was full of interesting, tasty microbreweries.  We enjoyed “Titletown Brewing” in Green Bay very much.  It was situated in an older part of the city, near the Fox River, in any area undergoing renewal.  Many towns and cities we explored during this trip were making a huge effort to bring back the older parts of their downtowns, often with spectacular results.

Thursday, August 27, we were on the road again and made our way to northern Wisconsin and the UP of Michigan.  We spent the night at “Hiawatha Trailer Resort” in Woodruff, WI, just north of Menocqua, WI.  We explored Minocqua…very touristy but still an interesting little town.  During our stop at Menocqua Brewing Company we had a delightful conversation with Chris and Michelle from San Antonio.  It was just one of those random conversations over beer on an outdoor deck above the lake that made our travels so memorable.

We took a roundabout route from Woodruff, WI, to Duluth, MN, so we could see some of the country in Michigan’s UP where Don and Sally ride their snowmobiles.  We stopped for lunch at the highly recommended J&W’s BBQ and walked by the famous Bergland Bay Bar.  Apparently these places were crazy busy in the winter but were pretty quiet in August!  The owner of the Bay Bar had a web cam, available for viewing from his Facebook page, to give the winter tourists a weather heads up.

Our campground in Duluth (or as Judee Gladen Berg’s father used to say, “Do-Loot”) was one of our more unique.  We parked on the asphalt at Lakehead Boat Basin, where boat are stored “on the hard” during the winter.  We had heard about this spot from Jon and Norma Owens, RVing friends from Renton, WA.  What a great place!  The marina is just east of the lift bridge, bringing ships into the Duluth Harbor from Lake Superior.  We were an easy walk from the waterfront area full of shops, restaurants and museums. 

We wandered all over downtwon Duluth – and explored the waterfront park and museum.  The museum published a daily shipping report to describe ships in the harbor or due in that day.  Really interesting.  

The lift bridge raised every 30 minutes to allow ships into the harbor.  We watched this sightseeing boat come and go many times, but only saw 2 large tankers come into the harbor.  The Port of Duluth was a busy commercial port, having 15.5 million tons of total waterborne commerce as of 7-31-15, which was even greater than the same time last year.  Only 7% of the ships were from overseas, the rest coming from the US and Canada.  The route distance from Montreal to Duluth is 2,038 nautical miles.  At 12 nautical miles an hour, it would take a ship about 7 days of continuous travel to reach the Port of Duluth.  Interested in more data?  Go here:  http://www.duluthport.com/uploads/July_2015.pdf

Sunday, August 30, we were off to find another Lutheran Church, which wasn’t hard to do in Minnesota!  The closest one was 2.5 miles up the bluff…Gloria Dei Lutheran Church.  The view from the bluff was spectacular and this old church was lovely.  Once again we found ourselves in a warm and welcoming congregation that readily greeted us and invited us to coffee after the service.

Founded in 1870 by Swedish immigrants, Gloria Dei was one of the oldest Lutheran churches in Duluth.  This was an RIC (Reconciling in Christ) Church, meaning that they welcomed and strove to incorporate all persons, regardless of gender identity or sexual orientation, into full participation in the church.  Nice!  Not all churches we have visited were so intentionally inclusive.

Monday, August 31, (Jerry’s birthday!) we decided to take a road trip in the pickup.  Our first destination was Skyline Parkway and Enger Park on the bluff above Duluth.  We wanted to see the views of Duluth and the harbor from Enger Tower.   Built in 1939, Enger Tower, a 5 story structure constructed of national Blue Stone taken from this region, overlooked the Duluth skyline.  The tower was named in honor of Bert Enger, a native of Norway who came to this country in the 20s and became a successful furniture dealer.  At the time of his death Mr. Enger donated two thirds of his estate to the city of Duluth.  These grounds have become a golf course and a park.

We drove along the west shore of Lake Superior was awhile but gradually turned west to proceed inland to the Mesabi Iron Range and the town of Hibbing, MN.  This little town was the home of one of the world’s largest open pit iron ore mine, Hull-Rust-Mahoning Open Pit Iron Mine.  The “hole” had a 1.5 by 3.5 mile footprint and depths up to 600 feet.  Taconite, a lower-grade ore requiring extensive processing was mined here. The mined ore was then transported, primarily by the Duluth, Mesabe and Iron Range Railway, to the ports of Two Harbors and Duluth. At Duluth, trains of up to eighty 100-ton open cars were moved out on massive ore docks to be dumped into "lakers" of up to 60,000 tons weight for movement to steel mills in Indiana and Ohio.  Jerry, the engineer, really enjoyed talking to the docent, a retired mining employee at the visitors’ center.

The little town of Hibbing had an interesting history.  The vein of iron ore ran right under the town, so, of course, in the early 1900’s the town had to be moved.  Most of the town’s residents were employed by the iron mine, and after the move, were no longer able to walk to work.  Carl Wickman and Andrew "Bus Andy" Anderson started a bus service in 1914 transporting fellow miners in a 1914 Hupmobile.  This enterprise soon became known as Greyhound Bus Lines and Hibbing had a delightful museum, containing the history of Greyhound.  Jerry particularly connected with this museum since his great uncle Roy Oakley drove a Greyhound Bus from the Midwest to Los Angeles for years.

In a few days I will regale you with our adventures to Bemidje and Blackduck, MN, the headwaters of the Mississippi, and a tour of Phil Olson’s Wisconsin…SE Wisconsin.


Stay tuned…