A week and a half ago, after dropping Jim off at Elmhurst College, I had the opportunity to visit Starved Rock State Park. I’d driven past the exit for the park dozens of times—it’s on the way between St. Louis and where several members of Jean’s family live in Northern Illinois—but we’ve never taken the time to stop and check it out.
Driving home by myself, I took the time.
First, I went to Starved Rock Lock, a navigation lock across the Illinois River from the state park. I got lucky: …Keep reading