Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Each year from 2003 to 2013 my wife, my son, and your humble writer headed out on a long road trip to anywhere but here. Our 2014 road trip represented a milestone of sorts: our first vacation in over a decade without my son tagging along for the ride. At my wife’s prodding, I examined our vacation options and decided we ought to make this year a milestone in another way — our first sequel vacation. This year’s objective, then: a return to Wisconsin and Minnesota. In my mind, our 2006 road trip was a good start, but in some ways a surface-skimming of what each state has to offer. I wanted a do-over.
Day Six had taken us from the other twin cities of Fargo/Moorhead to a Minneapolis city park with its own 53-foot waterfall, and would end for the evening in Wisconsin. Before we left Minnesota’s Twin Cities for the year, we had one final appointment to keep on Thursday night for a tour that sounded interesting and offered limited windows of opportunity, but came with a catch that we weren’t aware of till after we arrived.
After the Hjemkomst but before Minnehaha, we stopped for lunch at one of several burger joints on my list: Casper’s & Runyon’s Nook. Yelp classifies it as a “dive bar”, which may or may not explain why it’s appeared in three episodes of Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives.
My burger of choice: the Paul Molitor, which had pepper jack cheese stuffed inside the patty. The lunchtime service wasn’t the speediest, and I just now Googled “Paul Molitor” to confirm he’s one of those millions of sportspeople I don’t know. Regardless, we were fed, and that’s what counts.
On our way around town we passed what sounded like a bookstore with an interesting backstory. I snapped this while driving and wished we’d had time to stop and browse.
Between lunch and appointment, we had time enough for that aforementioned stop at Minnehaha Falls. From there we headed due east from Minneapolis to St. Paul for a tour of the Wabasha Street Caves, a set of manmade caves burrowed decades ago into a deep hillside that once served as a speakeasy, as a restaurant, and as off-the-books Mob storage. Their limited schedule only allows for basic historic tours on Thursday nights and weekend mornings. The concept sounded cool to us, but we wouldn’t be in town on a weekend. Hence our targeting a Thursday visit, and arranging our week’s entire schedule around ensuring our presence at that very time. A few items were awkwardly rearranged (e.g., our anniversary dinner), a couple of potential sights had to be cut (e.g., the Minnesota Sculpture Garden), and at least one coulda-been spontaneous contender was never meant to be (cf. Common Good Books), all because we wanted to check out those cave interiors.
After Minnehaha we arrived a bit early with time to kill, and the attendants weren’t there yet. Out front is a cozy coffee shop with a decent snack lineup to pass the time. My wife was content with her peach smoothie, and I can vouch for their white chocolate raspberry latte.
Eventually the tour personnel arrived, tickets were sold, our group was gathered, and the tour officially commenced. Once inside, our introduction to the Caves included a surprise instruction that appeared nowhere on their website or in any related literature: all of us present were asked not to post any pics online for “copyright” reasons.
They didn’t mention anything about the exterior. Please enjoy this photo of the Roaring ’20s Gangster Snoopy sculpture that stands guard outside the Caves’ entrance. I presume his missing nose was a wound inflicted upon him when Charlie Brown was thiiis close to share deep cavern secrets on Twitter.
Don’t get me wrong: my wife and I had a blast. Our tour guide was a talented local actress working from a great script and/or a solid improv background. We weren’t bored, the interior spaces — many of which remain more like formerly inhabited rooms than like featureless cave chambers — had some interesting things going on, and I recommend it if you’re in the area at precisely one of the three right times. That being said, my preference for sharing the experience as a coordinated effort between both words and pictures is apparently restricted, not unlike our visit to the Star Trek Experience inside the Mall of America. What we enjoyed in person loses a few levels of fun and interest in the sharing with You, the Viewers at Home.
They didn’t tell us we couldn’t take notes. They didn’t forbid us from storytelling. However, if they’re not too keen on being visually promoted through social media, blogs, and other common 21st-century word-of-mouth tools, I suppose we shouldn’t spoil all the verbal aspects of the tour, either. To that end, please enjoy this transcription of the notes I took during the tour, presented here without sentence structure, rewriting, context, art, or other amenities I’ve granted nearly every other chapter of this series. Someday when you go on the tour, all of this foreshadowing will make more sense in hindsight.
For value-added geek points, DC Comics fans can pretend this is like one of Rip Hunter’s cryptic time-travel chalkboards from 52:
entry in cliff face
3 Frenchmen / mushroom farmers
guide Cynthia (?) in theater
(Prohibition born in St Paul?)
probable speakeasy till 12/5/33
Josie Laymon turned 1st 3 caves into Castle Royal restaur
St Paul’s 1st. post-Prohib. liquor license
dance stage, once a popular jazz band tour stop
Bill Layton, party monster
dining room 200 feet back
70-80 feet below ground (someone’s house!)
Laymans sold in 1970s to would-be disco owners
further: silica/sandstone walls, no touching
hoop for ESPN Hornet/Kato Final 4 promo (YouTube: “Fun Police”)
Layman Farms Pickled Mushrooms still around today (but under other ownership)
mushroomy floor cemented in the ’40s thanks to Land-o-Lakes to ease bleu cheese production
on Nat’l Register of Haunted Places!
event hall rental!
Caves 6/7 used as landfills + bulldozed shut after 1952 floods
has a bar! pd for by Anheuser Busch!
Fountain @ Cave 2 entrance where Maitre’D was stationed
lights from Mankato convent
…and now you have some insight into my note-taking process. Yes, I’m more flagrant with exclamation marks in my notepads than I am on this site. Yes, I’m aware that’s “saying something”.
Also, my wife reminded me the other day one of our fellow group members was an elderly lady who said she’d once been to the restaurant-that-was and was asked to dance by a gent she learned after the fact was John Dillinger. So they’ve got that going for them, if the tour guide wrote it down for future use.
As a symbol of general cave ambience, please enjoy this photo of a random cave ceiling with artificial lighting. Indiana has several deep, stabilized caves statewide where unskilled commoners like us can parade through, take photos, and gab about them at length to anyone who’ll listen.
The end of the tour also signaled the end of our time in Minneapolis/St. Paul. We took Wabash Street back over the Mississippi River, headed into downtown St. Paul once more, spent 10-15 minutes weaving around an ungodly amount of road construction, stumbled across I-90, and eventually exited Minnesota itself. By and large, we considered our Twin Cities encore time fabulously spent.
But our vacation wasn’t over yet. Home was over a day away by our standards. We stopped for the night at a Sleep Inn in Eau Claire, attached to a combination truck stop/mini-mall that stood in the middle of nowhere and seemed rather new. We had late dinner at their in-house non-fast-food establishment, the 29 Pines Family Restaurant.
As each road trip winds down, we often find ourselves unconsciously transitioning from food experiments and weird establishments to calmer, safer dining options. Sometimes it’s budgetary, sometimes it’s an unspoken yearning to return to the mundane. All I can tell you for certain is I was perfectly fine with my meatloaf dinner.
With one more day and another 500 miles to drive, our vacation remained…To be continued!
[Link enclosed here to handy checklist for previous and future chapters, and for our complete road trip history to date. Thanks for reading!]