The day before, we had visited the overlord of canned vegetables in Blue Earth, MN. 200 miles later, we found a place that concentrated on just one veggie in particular. Other foodstuffs didn’t play large parts, but they had one heck of a corn section.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 Anne and I have taken a road trip to a different part of the United States and seen attractions, marvels, history, and institutions we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. Beginning with 2003’s excursion to Washington DC, we added my son to the roster and tried to accommodate his preferences and childhood accordingly.
2008 was by far our least favorite road trip to date, and still holds the ignominious title as of 2018. Our next vacation had to be better. Step one was plain enough: we looked at Anne’s brainstorming list of future road trips and chose the one that screamed “dream vacation”. That’s what led to our long, long drive out to the farthest reaches of South Dakota and beyond. At nine days it was the longest we’ve ever taken. The farthest point of 1,180 miles made it the longest drive of our lives. It would be the farthest west we’d ever been up to that time. It was also our first vacation using exclusively digital cameras to record the experience, leaving behind the 35mm film of our childhoods forever. They weren’t expensive cameras for their kind, certainly not the most advanced as of 2009, but we did what we could with the resources and the amateur skill sets available to us.
We’re the Goldens. This is who we are and what we do.
DAY FOUR: Monday, June 15th.
A day full of mesmerizing sights began an hour west of our Sioux Falls hotel in the town of Mitchell, which missed a real tourism opportunity by never declaring any sort of affiliation with the MST3K episode of the same name. Clever sights dot the landscape to and from their big yellow centerpiece.
For those who visit their local library or internets to read more about South Dakota, the Mitchell Corn Palace is one of the early search results, once you bypass the famous monuments and tribal reservations. The words “corn” and “palace” share next to nothing in common, but Mitchell wields the power of synergy to fuse the two simple yet incongruous concepts into a bizarre performance-art piece and creative small-town moneymaker. It’s a large building decorated with murals made entirely from corn. The corn is refreshed and replaced regularly; the mural designs change every year. It was free. We weren’t about to turn it down.
Inside the Corn Palace is a modest basketball arena used to house an extensive gift shop, which sold a combination of corn-themed knickknacks, souvenirs, and for some reason a variety of books. As I recall this was the first place I ever noticed copies of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series for sale. Above the sales floor hang retired corn murals from years past.
We appreciated the efforts that the people of Mitchell put forth to create such a unique place. We thought the diversion was worth it, and priced just right so we didn’t leave feeling like we’d been cornswoggled.
To be continued!
1. The husk of the Enchanted World was bought years later and, with minor modifications to its amazing exterior, reborn as a Christian-themed attraction called Valtiroty Shiloh’s Tabernacle, a Bible Park possibly like the one Ned Flanders opened that one time.
2. The original version of this photo gallery was strangely deficient in corn puns, which this remastered version has now overcorrected. Blame me, your host, Art Corney.]
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