Still, I could not NOT ride (forgive the bad grammar). So, I decided to compromise and hunt for local stamps. For those who don't know, the National Park Service, to encourage visits to national parks, battlefields, historic sites, National Memorials, National Parks, Wild Rivers, National Seashores--and a host of other historically important places, sells a "Passport To Your National Parks" booklet that allows you to collect stamps and amass ink stamp (imprints) to mark your visits. The Iron Butt Association, those obsessive-compulsive long distance riders (I'm a wannabe) has a National Parks ride that requires a visit to 25 different states and proof of those visits with 50 stamps. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, even when you're out hunting for local stamps, stuff happens that adds a degree of challenge to acquiring the stamps. My ride on July 3 is a perfect example.
Because of work I decided to get up early make four stops and pick up four Illinois stamps. The whole thing should have taken a couple of hours if I took a direct route--I did not. Still, I had things fairly well planned. I would hit Willow Springs to pick up the stamp at the Little Red School House Nature Center. Then on to Lockport, IL, where the Gaylord Building stands at Lincoln Landing. Zip on over to Joliet, IL where a stamp awaited at the Joliet Area Historical Museum. Last stop, a nice ride to Morris, IL for a stop at Gebhard Woods State Park that would allow me to follow a bit of Rt. 66 too. A quick lunch and home to get back to work. This entire ride is familiar to me as each stop travels through part of the Illinois & Michigan Canal National Heritage Corridor, which I've done before. It is never boring with its parks and canals, dams and nature preserves along the way.
Well...here's the deal. The Little Red School house was closed.
I had asked if they were open but what I didn't ask is whether the Visitors Center was open. The trails were open but not the office! So, no stamp! I did enjoy the message printed on the red sign about loud noises, like that coming from a radio, annoy both people and animals.
On to Lockport. The Gaylord Building stood proudly in the distance as I motored along Lockort's main drag.
The GPS led me to a street that I couldn't turn into but a quick ride over the bridge and a turn around in a swanky country club put me back on track. The Gaylord Building, which is not in its original location is a beautiful old place made of "cream-colored dolomite limestone." If you've seen Chicago's Water Tower, you'll see the same bumpy stone popular of that era (1800s).
I spent a lot of time in the building, viewing a video, touring the exhibits where there was also a special exhibit on Lincoln.
On the first floor of the building is a nice looking, upscale restaurant, The Landing, that I definitely want to check out in the future. The women at this center were amazingly helpful and cheery. First successful stamp capture of the day! At their suggestion, I made a quick stop at the Will County Historical Society across the street but they didn't have any stamps so I moved
on to Joliet.
Joliet Area Historical Museum (JAHM) is an excellent stop.
Incredibly helpful folks. There is the kind of reception that always makes me want to tour a place, watch the video(s) and leave a donation! I had a grand time there--gave my brain lots of new information. I;m very familiar with this geographical area but I never appreciated the role that Joliet played in the industrial period. I enjoyed the exhibits here immensely.
I will return to do it more justice as Joliet has some amazing architecture that I didn't have time to capture. In hindsight, I should have at least taken a photo of the Rialto Square Theatre, called "The Jewel of Joliet."
When I ask for the cancellation stamp, the woman is eager and excited. She pulls out the ink pad and her stamp. She looks curiously at the stamp. She searches and searches and says, "I guess the '09 hasn't come in yet. I called them back in May and I guess they haven't sent it yet--oh darn." Had she not be such a sweet, helpful woman I would have been a bit upset. So I had her sign and date my Passport. I don't think it will count, but she and I both felt good about walking away with something. I shall return to the Old Joliet Prison--it is an interesting place. And here's something I just learned: The prison may be turned into a tourist center to
capitalize on the Rt. 66 mania.
It would make for an interesting site if they don't over commercialize it and teach the history of the place and the prison system in this area. I plan to return to the site to exploit the photo opportunities. The place is now dilapidated and desolate, which should make for some dramatic early morning or near nightfall pictures.
The helpful folks at the JAHM told me to take Rt. 6 to Morris. It added to the length of the trip but it was worth it. The ride took me through the hugely industrial areas and backyards of Joliet. I passed but did not stop at the Brandon Road Lock and Dam, built in 1923 and opened to barge traffic in 1933.
So far, three stops and only one legitimate stamp.
Gebhard Woods State Park is a lovely and inviting place where fishing, hiking, biking along the canal, or just hanging out is an excellent way to spent some time.
I called the park from the JAHM because the clerk thought the office might not be open given that it was July 3rd? I called and the automated voice said they were open, the the trails were open and to "come on over." As I pulled in, I noticed that the sign in the park window said, "Open." Good.
After parking the bike and watching some families fishing, I walk to the window. The large "Open" is the only bright thing in the window. The place is dark and obviously closed. Now, I am ticked. Adjacent to the building is a garage and I see a man without a shirt and low hanging pants walk in the garage. I watch him. He is talking loudly to someone on the inside. They are talking about cars. I wait. And wait. And wait. When the shirtless man goes back to fishing, I walk toward the garage. I ask if the office is open as the sign indicates. The young man looks puzzled and hesitantly says it is. I tell him why I am there and he continues looking befuddled but tells me to follow him. The garage is big and dark in its deepest interior. I hesitate about following him. "Do you mean literally follow you?" He says, "Yes." We walk through a very black hallway that leads into the closed office.
He searches for the stamp and ink pad and find them quickly. He rotates the stamp. He keeps rotating it. Then he searches more. Then he says, "I don't have a stamp with 2009 on it. We just have the one that goes up to 2008." I am incredulous. I gently plead for him to search again. He does. His stamp goes up to 2008. For the second time I ask someone to stamp with a '08 stamp. After stamping with the old stamp, I ask for him to legitimate it. He apologetically complies. He initials the book and writes in the current date.
Four stops and only one legitimate stamp to show for it.
Oh well, the ride and roads were great; the weather could not have been more perfect. Lots of motorcycle sightings. And the privilege of riding a motorcycle that I love more and more with each passing mile. Just priceless.
Whether you celebrate the holiday or not, hope your weekend was a great and safe one!
Stamp total = 1 & 2 that probably won't count.
15 comments:
Sharon:
go to an office supply store and purchase a "dater" stamp for emergencies such as this. Also It is not your fault that the stamps only go to 2008. a signature seems to me better than a stamp as it has been validated by a living and breathing person.
Your story leaves me hanging . . . did you go back to work and finish your work ? also as you were lazily meandering your way around the countryside seems like work was the farthest from your mind. glad you had such an idyllic day
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Hi Bob,
I wish purchasing a stamp would resolve the matter. The stamp has the historic imprint/logo of each of the sites that have been designated Nat'l landmark, battlefields, etc., which is how they certify your presence at the sight. I agree, the human being's signature should be more than sufficient. I'm going to advocate for them counting given that THEY not I didn't have the proper stamp.
I did go back to work. Ugh! But I didn't finish! It's a huge project and I need to close the books on it--it's the only way I'm going to get this monkey off my shoulder! I've been distracted and unfocused--almost rebellious. Don't know why as that is not like me. It's like I've suddently developed a case of attention deficit disorder, or something!
Perhaps it's just the summer blues of a working gal. You're right. Once I'm riding, the troubles of the work, the world, and my soul seem to melt away. At least, temporarily.
For what it is worth, I'd be glad to certify your attendance at those locations. Of course like most opinions that come from a CPA, you'll have to sign a representation letter that in effect says If anything bad happens, it'll be your fault. But I will be available If you need me to help! Glad you at least got some miles in.
Jim,
Thanks for the offer! ;-) I'm gonna check to see if there are any stamps in your area and hunt them down. If I run into trouble I now know whom to call! ;-)
At some point, before the season ends, I am heading to Topeka and Nicodemus there are two major stamps I want to collect from those sites.
Sharon:
I just got an idea (probably from looking at too many kidnapping movies).
take a photograph of yourself at the site, holding a copy of the current front page of the newspaper, preferably with your bike in the background, and yourself wearing your armoured clothes, along with the person whom initials adorn the stamp, along with 2 witness' who will attest to the fact that you were there that day with your motorcycle. doesn't hurt to also scratch your initials somewhere in the woodwork with the current date and purchase a meal at a local eatery keeping the receipt with the time and date. Let me know if I forgot anything (lol)
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Bob,
You have the warped mind of a Iron Butt rider!! ;-) Thank you!
These are the exact steps they require on the big (11,000 miles in 11 days) IRB ride, which by the way is scheduled this year (it operates every odd year). If nothing else, it will show my utter determination to make that visit count.
You already have the mentality of an IRBer...just need to do your first one, if you haven't already. BTW, there's a wonderful story of a man I got to meet who was the first to finish the 11,000 miles in 11 days on a scooter!! I'll look for his story and send it.
BobSkoot and Sharon,
Don't kidnappers use that newspaper technique to document that they have their prisoner? Is BobSkoot a terrorist? hmmmm
And Sharon, if you try and make it to Topeka or Nicodemus this year, let me know the dates and maybe I could meet you. Nicodemus is pretty far out in the boonies, so to speak, but have often thought of going out there and I spent a few years of my life growing up in Topeka (ages 9-17).
And BTW, I have become a bit enchanted with your motorcycle and looked at the specs on it yesterday. We have no BMW dealer here, but that looks like a perfect bike for many potential uses.
Dear Sharon:
Have you tried to get a local (but syndicated) newspaper interested in what you are doing? The fact that you are a woman and ride alone would be of great story material. Then you could casually mention that money for the National Park System is so tight that they can't even buy these damn stamps?
That might light a fire under someone's ass at the NPS.
When are you planning on coming to Gettysburg or Valley Forge. Gettysburg is 90 miles away, and Valey Forge is 20 minutes from my office. We might actually get a chance to ride together. Do it on the third Sunday of a month, and ir could include a vist to the Mac-Pac breakfast. Those guys will validate anything.
I am now scanning my old e-mail addresses to find yours. I am leaving for the BMW MOA Rally in Tennessee on Sunday. My run down will include a few stops at Confederate Battle Fields, natural wonders, and go-go bars.
I will send you my contact information (cell number) and you know I am staying at the Jameson Inn, in Gray, Tennessee from Wednesday through Saturday.
Fondest regards,
Jack "r" Toad
This is a great idea. I'm always looking for new themes to tie rides together. I'll be within a hundred miles of Crater Lake tomorrow. Hmmm. I guess the moral of the story is to wait until Fall when the backordered stamps come in?
Interesting you put the photo of the Blues Brothers in here. Weirdly enough, that's the first thing I think of now when I see or hear about Joliet.
Jim, thanks for the heads up on Bob :-) I'll have to keep an eye on him. But isn't there a saying about "it takes one to know one?" hmmm....
I will let you know if and when I come that way. I'm hoping to get that in sometime in August. So much hinges on work--doesn't it always? It would be neat to meet up! Thanks
Jack, thanks for the suggestions. I don't think, however, that my hunt is that unusal. Over at the Motorcycle Tourer's Forum, there are solo women riders hunting for stamps--I know a couple. I do like the idea of bringing attention to the lack of current stamps at some of the sites, which I'm sure the Parks Progrom would like to know about.
I leave early Wednesday morning and plan to arrive before dark.
Hi Irondad,
Thanks for dropping by. I think theme rides are pretty cool--most of the time.
I don't think you're the only one who now thinks of the Blues Bros. and Joliet in one breath--and those were nice depictions of the duo too.
Dear Sharon:
There are several elements that constitute a great local newspaper story. These are:
1) A unique tale -- You've got that.
2) The individual -- While there are any number of people doing this through the Iron Butt, they asre nor communicating it to the local papers, nor pudhing thr angle of a woman, in her late thirties, riding along , and always with the idea of the Undeground Railroad in the background.
3) I'd be delighted to write a story like this -- about you -- with the intent of selling it to a woman's magazine. Naturally, I'd pocket all the cash. ;)
3) My old business partner used to say, "'No' you've got in your hand. You have to reach some for a 'Yes."'
I plan to kill myself -- by ice cream -- if I do not meet you at this rally. (Actually, I was going to eat the ice cream anyway.)
Fondest regards,
Jack "reep" Toad
Twisted Roads
Jack--are you crazy?! What ever gave you the idea that I was in my late thirties?! I have a 25 year old daughter!
Death by ice cream....now I've heard it all! You are so dramatic!
And, where's the cell number?
Jack: via Sharon:
Now I don't feel so bad for not posting my age. You are slightly older than her, but she is not so Robust
Sharon:
we have a 39 yr old daughter
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
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