My semi-regular blog documenting the fun and excitement of traveling along the Mississippi River.
Even when I have a bad day, my job now is infinitely better than sitting behind a desk, at least for me. I get to explore parks and public lands along the Mississippi, including many that are not well-known. Sometimes I find great views, sometimes a quiet place, but I usually can count on a
Last week I realized that the Davenport map in the Quad Cities guide book had a number of errors. This came to my attention when a potential vendor in Davenport informed me that they wouldn’t carry the book because the map showed their business in the wrong location. (Which really seems a bit petty to
Book number one is now in print and available. If you want to visit the Quad Cities—and why wouldn’t you?—check out my Quad Cities travel guide. If you are traveling a bit further north, say to Dubuque, Galena, Clinton, or Prairie du Chien, your book is coming, very soon, hopefully in time for fall foliage season.
I can't help myself. Maybe I have deep, unresolved issues when it comes to God and religion ("God is a loving presence...God is dead...No, God never was... God is just an absentee landlord"), but I just can't stop myself from visiting old churches ("Look at that lovely church; I wonder what it is like inside..."). I
On Friday, the back seat of my car was strewn with the remains of half-eaten food: part of an apple turnover, a bite of something called a Blarney Stone (a sweet cake lathered in frosting and rolled in crushed peanuts), half of a pizza, a plastic container full of barely sampled spaghetti (minus the meatball)—the
Last week I found a cheap room in southwest Wisconsin, less than 10 minutes from downtown Dubuque, in an area rife with supper clubs. If you aren’t familiar with the concept, supper clubs are part fine dining experience—what was considered fine dining in the 1950s, anyway—and part neighborhood tavern: you can savor a juicy steak
