The day our road trip epically failed
Every once in a while I declare out loud, before God and everyone, that I will not produce the day. Instead, I will open my heart to the road and see what adventures follow. This is what that led to:
1) Let’s go to the Laura Ingalls Wilder Museum that I see here on my Rand McNally Road Map.
Two hours later we arrive at the “museum” located in the one town Laura never wrote about in any of her books, likely because her family only lived there for one year. I can report that they had a stove that was “likely similar to the one Ma Ingalls cooked on”
2) Let’s go to Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin
Two hours later we pull into the complex, passing a bus driving out. Moments later we find out that was the final tour of the day
3) Let’s go on AirBnB to find a place to stay
We find a “cute and charming house” nearby and immediately rent it for a few nights. When we arrive it’s freezing cold so we turn up the heat. About a half hour later a huge noise starts coming from the basement. Jason runs down the stairs (toward danger like my little hero) and yells that the boiler has sprung a leak and there’s water and steam everywhere. We turn off the heat, run out the door and drive to a nearby hotel. From where I am writing this missive.
I can guarantee you that today I will be producing the hell out of our activities.