Tired of endlessly pretty panoramas from the Western U.S.? You say we should get back to some roadside art? Have we got some chapters for you!
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, wonders, and events 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. We were each raised in a household that couldn’t afford annual out-of-state family vacations. We’re geeks more accustomed to vicarious life through the windows of pop culture than through in-person adventures. Eventually we tired of some of our self-imposed limitations and figured out how to leave the comforts of home for the chance to see creative, exciting, breathtaking, outlandish, and/or bewildering new sights in states beyond our own, from the horizons of nature to the limits of imagination, from history’s greatest hits to humanity’s deepest regrets and the sometimes quotidian, sometimes quirky stopovers in between.
We’re the Goldens. This is who we are and what we do.
Technically not even 2020 stopped us. We played by the new rules of the interim normal and wandered Indiana in multiple directions as safely as we could. This year the long-awaited vaccines arrived. For 2021 we agreed we had to go big. Our new primary objective was Yellowstone National Park, 1500 miles from Indy…
We were hundreds of miles from Day Seven’s final destination and couldn’t dawdle at Theodore Roosevelt National Park no matter how lovely its cross-section of Creation looked. We weren’t too quick to jump back on the interstate after leaving — at the same I-94 Exit 21 but on its other side is Medora, a tiny but convenient tourist town named after the wife of the French nobleman who founded it back in 1883. They had a few items of note to us.
A few streets’ worth of shops with quaint exteriors held what we sought. Anne naturally had a lead on another smashed-penny machine, her favorite vacation souvenir maker, which she tracked down to a stretch called Teddy’s Village, where it stood between Medora Western Wear and the Farmhouse Cafe. Medora also has its own statue of Theodore Roosevelt, who visited in 1903 while on tour through the region. Not every American town can boast that a President once personally paid attention to them.
Down the way at Exit 61 was the much larger city of Dickinson, whose population has tripled since 2000 thanks to the North Dakota oil boom, though business had slowed a tad when last reckoned. Dickinson citizens who’ve made their way to the public eye have included actor Kellan Lutz (all five Twilight movies, CBS’ FBI: Most Wanted), Golden Age actress Dorothy Stickney (Anne and I saw her play Gene Hackman’s mom in I Never Sang for My Father), and Mitch Malloy, the current lead singer of ’80s hair-metal heroes Great White.
Our stop was mostly for errands — a cheap lunch and, more importantly, another 24-pack of bottled water, having exhausted our entire starting supply after all that outdoor tourism in the steadily escalating summertime heat. Of somewhat wider interest was their own Teddy Roosevelt statue, the younger one in our lead photo. Dedicated October 28, 2011, in front of the Stark County Courthouse, their life-size version by local sculptor Tom Bollinger commemorates how the Rough Rider looked on July 4, 1886, when he gave his very first public speech in Dickinson.
Farther east at Exit 159 we jumped off in Bismarck, North Dakota’s very own capital. Among other highlights:
(TOTAL ROAD TRIP MILEAGE AS OF GAS STOP #10: 2,395.59)
Also, there was the North Dakota State Capitol. We were inconsistent about visiting State Capitol buildings in our early road trips, but we’ve tried to pay a bit more attention to those in recent times, though we prefer the kind with spiffy, shiny domes on them. North Dakota’s version is an Art Deco building block that was built during the Great Depression after its predecessor burned down, and whose construction took two years and used a brief declaration of martial law to push through one of its more controversial phases. As of summer 2021 all interior public tours were suspended on account of pandemic, but the art around the parking lot was free and safe to view.
These weren’t all the statues we saw along I-94. They definitely weren’t the largest.
To be continued!
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