On the way back home from this trip was a 9-hour grueling trek through bleak and dismal Nebraska. The photo below shows what was as clear as anything you saw throughout the entire stretch of the I-80 freeway from Iowa to Wyoming. I was glad to be home before the weather started to go downhill in my neck of the woods as well. Because, go down, it did!
Yet, I’m grateful for the chance to go on this unplanned epic, two-weeklong, 4,000 mile road trip in 12 states! All on a whim! Thanks to my friend, Russell for being behind the wheel the whole time or I would not have been able to take as many pictures as I did.
We’re very tired at this point. It’s the 13th day of our most epic road trip yet, but we are now on the homestretch. However, what’s one more stop before heading home? I’ve been to Des Moines before but my friend Russell hasn’t. So, here we go. Last one.
Des Moines, the capital city of Iowa, is a hidden gem. Downtown is where the city’s heartbeat resonates. It’s a vibrant blend of history, culture, and modernity. Unfortunately, the weather was overcast that day, as these photos attest.
The State Capitol stands tall, its golden dome gleaming against the sky. A masterpiece of architecture. We climbed the steps, pausing to admire the intricate carvings and the grandeur of the rotunda. Surrounding the building is a patchwork of green parks, historic buildings, and modern skyscrapers.
A few blocks away was the Des Moines River. A serene pathway on both sides offered glimpses of the water shimmering under the sun. There were fun things to see as well, such as the Lauridsen Skatepark, the Robert Ray Asian Garden, The Principal Riv Walk Bridge, the World Food Prize Hall of Laureates and the Des Moines Historic District. The city skyline stood as a backdrop, reminding us that nature and urban life can coexist harmoniously.
Our time was limited, but we enjoyed every moment of our short stay in Des Moines. It truly was a joy to experience all the sights.
Until the next road trip. Now, time to go home and rest.
Heading back West, we stopped by Cedar Rapids for a few snapshots. Quaint streets, friendly locals, and a dash of Midwest charm. It was a whirlwind affair though. Since it was late in the afternoon, we only had a couple of hours to spare before we had to move on. So, Russell and I hurriedly explored the riverside and downtown areas.
This town wears its art on its body. Murals adorned alleyways, transforming mundane brick into canvases of color. Sculptures and other large art pieces lay on parks everywhere.
The bridge beckoned, a steel-and-concrete whisperer connecting two worlds. As we crossed, the Cedar River murmured tales of floods and resilience.
And just like that, our rendezvous with Cedar Rapids drew to a close. We didn’t conquer museums or scale skyscrapers, but we soaked in the essence of the heart of the city as much as we could.
Dyersville, a quaint town nestled in the heart of the Midwest, had been etched into my travel bucket list for years. It was home to the Field of Dreams — a place where baseball, nostalgia, and a touch of magic converged.
The movie came out in 1989. The first one I’ve seen Kevin Costner in. It tells the heartwarming tale of Ray Kinsella, an Iowa corn farmer. Guided by a ghostly voice, Ray plows his crops and builds a baseball field right in the middle of his cornfield. This field becomes a portal for long-departed White Sox players, ousted from the team in the infamous 1919 Black Sox scandal.
Today, the very same baseball diamond from the movie exists as a tangible slice of Americana. Located just outside Dyersville, Iowa, it stands as a testament to the enduring magic of cinema.
The Iowa scenes for Field of Dreams were shot across two neighboring farms. Don Lansing and Al Ameskamp generously lent their cornfields for the project. Most of the turf fell on Lansing’s side, creating the iconic baseball diamond.
The production company left the field behind after filming, and Lansing turned his property into a tourist attraction. Visitors can now stand on the pitcher’s mound, gazing out at the endless rows of corn, and feeling the whispers of baseball legends.
And just a short drive away was the Baseball Hall of Dreams. Owned by Dwier Brown, who played Ray Kinsella’s father in the movie, and David Feigin, this gift shop is a treasure trove for baseball enthusiasts. From signed memorabilia to T-shirts, they’ve got it all. I picked a simple fridge magnet, as I do in all of my travels.
Russell and I, then, took a leisurely drive through downtown Dyersville on our way out. Historic buildings lined the streets, I’m sure each with its own story to tell. The town exuded a timeless charm.
As we merged back onto the highway, I glanced back one last time. I was reminded that sometimes, reality and fantasy intertwine in the most unexpected places. Today, the iconic whisper — “If you build it, he will come” — echoes on.
Sometimes life throws you a curveball, and you find yourself veering off the straight path. Our recent trek from Indianapolis to Milwaukee was one such example. It was a delightful detour that led us to the rhythm of history.
Imagine a sun-drenched afternoon, the car humming along the highway, and a sudden decision to exit. That’s how we found ourselves in Gary, Indiana, a city with a name that resonates like a soulful melody. Our mission was to visit the Jackson family home, a modest abode that once cradled the dreams of musical legends.
The Jacksons, yes. Jermaine, Randy, Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Janet. They grew up right here on 2300 Jackson Street. These kids cut their teeth on these sidewalks. As we stood there, gazing at the unassuming facade, it hit us. This was where the magic began.
We snapped photos like starstruck fans, because sometimes, being easily amused is one of life’s precious gifts. A few minutes was all we needed. Then it was time to go.
As we cruised along the freeway, a familiar skyline revealed itself outside the car window. How cool to spot Chicago from a distance! But it wasn’t on our itinerary. Russell and I have both been there before and didn’t want to waste precious time. On this trip, we just wanted to hit places we’ve not yet conquered.
A Jackson pilgrimage and a Chicago cameo. A satisfying diversion indeed. Now, get ready, Milwaukee. Here we come!
The heart of Indianapolis throbs with energy, its skyline adorned with architectural marvels. As I strolled through the bustling streets, I encountered a blend of historic landmarks and modern skyscrapers. The neoclassical design and intricate sculptures were a feast to my eyes.
Indianapolis’s Civic Center district is a hub of government, culture, and entertainment. The Indiana State Capitol dominates the landscape, its limestone façade exuding grandeur and the Indy Stargate adding a touch of contemporary to balance the building’s elegance. The surroundings include Indiana’s War Memorial, Historical Society and State Library among others.
Heading towards White River, I walked past the NCCA Headquarters and Hall of Champions. I had no idea this was here.
Moving along the eastern bank of the White River, you’ll see the Waterfront Pavilion in White River State Park. This park sprawls across 267 acres, embracing both banks of the river. As I wandered down the Central White River Trail, I encountered lush greenery and sculptures. I also caught a satisfying view of the city skyline.
Next stop was the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. A pilgrimage for racing enthusiasts, this place is hallowed ground and is home to the iconic Indy 500. Sadly, I wasn’t able to get on the bleachers but the museum sort of made up for it.
As my friend and I crossed the Michigan Stateline, I couldn’t help but be excited about this short pilgrimage to Detroit I’m about to embark. It’s been on my bucket list for sometime now.
Detroit. A city that pulses with the rhythm of engines, where the streets hum with the legacy of the automotive industry. It also resonates with rhythm, and sings its soulful tales.
My journey to Motor City began with a leisurely walk downtown. The cityscape unfolded like a jazz improv. Skyscrapers, art deco facades echoing stories of prosperity and resilience. The Guardian Building stood tall with its intricate symphony of colors and patterns. The Detroit People Mover, a 3-mile elevated mass transit system looped around the heart of the city with pride. And the GM building – well, it seems to be calling my name from a distance. I must go!
A short walk south took me to the Detroit Riverwalk. What a view! As I strolled along the river’s edge, the Detroit River flowed beside me, its waters harmonizing with the city’s pulse. From the Concrete Pyramid to the towering GM Headquarters, and stretching all the way up the Aretha Franklin Amphitheater. There was so much to soak in!
And there, across the water – Canada, eh…
I wish we could’ve crossed the bridge to step into the Canadian side even for just a few moments but we didn’t have our passports with us. So what’s the best we could do? Get closer.
Belle Isle is a 982-acre island that sits between Detroit and Windsor, Ontario. Its story weaves together Native American heritage, French settlers, and the pulse of urban life. Below is a picture of the James Scott Memorial Fountain and views of Detroit from the island.
Our next stop was Motown Museum. My heart skipped a beat as I stepped into Hitsville U.S.A. – the Motown Museum. This unassuming house on West Grand Boulevard birthed legends – Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross, Stevie Wonder, and more. The studio where they recorded their soulful melodies still echoes with their voices. Standing in the same room where Marvin sang “What’s Going On,” I definitely caught some major soul vibes.
After snagging a few souvenirs, we continued on. As we were heading out, we happened upon our last stop – the Stevie Wonder Mural. As we cruised through the streets, murals painted Detroit’s story. And the Stevie Wonder Mural was of course a standout. Stevie, with his signature shades, graced the side of a building, his piano keys merging with the city’s heartbeat. What a way to end the day!
Detroit, for sure, left a mark on me. Its historic landmarks sang stories of innovation and resilience. And as I drove away, I could hear the humming of the city’s rich history. A day well spent.
A bucket list checked. Here I am, finally! In the city that rocks. I had the chance to wander its streets and soak in the vibes for a little bit.
My friend and I arrived late in the afternoon and decided to spend the rest of the day meandering around the Voinovich Bicentennial Park, nestled right on the shores of Lake Erie. Actually, we just wanted to find where the Cleveland script sign is and this is where the GPS led us. Yes, we’re playing tourist now. As usual, we parted ways and agreed to meet up where we parked at sundown.
As I stepped onto the East 9th Street Pier, Lake Erie stretched out before me, shimmering. You can see the lake, of course, and look back at downtown’s tall buildings, as well as the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. But that’ll have to wait till the next day.
Next morning, after a quick breakfast we hit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. As a musician, I was ecstatic! The iconic glass pyramid structure stands proudly on the waterfront, beckoning rock music fans of all flavors. Inside, I immersed myself in the legends, the riffs, and the rebellious spirit that defined an era. From Elvis to Nirvana and beyond, the exhibits celebrate the artists who shaped our musical landscape.
Once we’re all rocked out, we decided to waltz on over next door to the Great Lakes Science Center. This place is like a playground for curious minds. Interactive exhibits, planetarium shows, and even a giant wind turbine, all dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of science. Plus, the views of Lake Erie from the center’s windows are nothing short of breathtaking.
Next stop, the USS COD Submarine Memorial. Docked nearby, this World War II-era submarine is a living piece of history, responsible for sinking Japanese ships in WWII. And I was told that the COD performed the only international sub-to-sub rescue in history when it saved the crew of a grounded Dutch submarine. Cool!
Lastly, I strolled downtown as the sun was beginning to set. I checking out the buildings and sights. I went past the Cleveland Convention Center, Willard Park, and the City Hall among others.
Well, that’s all we could cram in for the day. Cleveland, you’ve got soul. Your skyline dances with history, your lakefront whispers tales of bravery, and your music echoes forever. Thank you for a wonderful time.
First time in Columbus, Ohio and grateful for the chance to visit. This is a city that often flies under the radar but is brimming with hidden gems and delightful surprises. I didn’t see them all with the limited time we had but made the most out of it by just walking around for a few hours. It was a pleasure exploring this Midwestern hub.
We drove into Downtown Columbus, just aimlessly checking out the sights. The Scioto Mile is cool, a stunning riverfront promenade with breathtaking views and a sense of serenity amidst the urban hustle. Then we stumbled upon Arnold Schwarzenegger’s 8 feet tall bronze statue by accident. A little piece of Hollywood in the heart of Ohio. Nice find!
Next, I wandered over to Battelle Riverfront Park. This park isn’t just a green space; it’s a living museum. Monuments and memorials dot the landscape, each telling a story of the city’s past. From the Firefighters Memorial with its eternal flame to the Freedom sculpture.
Bicentennial Park was another highlight. And so was Genoa Park. This park offers a tranquil retreat with its amphitheater that boasts stunning views of the downtown skyline. It is used for concerts and events, or simply to sit back and watch the city light up as the sun sets.
COSI (Center of Science and Industry) was fun, too. This place is a wonderland for the curious mind, with hands-on exhibits that make science accessible and fun.
Finally, I stood before the World’s Largest Gavel, at the Ohio Judicial Center. It’s a colossal sculpture that’s as impressive as it is symbolic.
Columbus is definitely well worth a visit if you ever find yourself in the Buckeye State. A lovely place indeed.
Chris Alma José 