RoadtripPart 2: local Wisconsin tourismand slightly beyond |
Part 1:
first leg to Hybridfest
Part 2: local Wisconsin tourism and slightly beyond Part 3: South Dakota, Black Hills Part 4: bangin' around the Northwest Part 5: meandering east toward Denver Part 6: doing tech at Denvention (aka Worldcon) Part 7: the journey home |
I decided I'd had enough of the campground's mosquitoes, and moved my base of
operations for the next couple of days to the same Days Inn that Hybridfest had
been in -- it offered a good rate and reasonably stable internet access, so I
could try to catch up on stuff. I did a little trip-planning and actually
dipped into that "local attractions" book that we usually find in hotel rooms
and ignore, and spotted a couple of minor things that might
hold some interest. But the major recommendations came from the Hybridfest
staff folks, both at the Culver's dinner and at the in-house breakfast the
next morning.
I had been to Hybridfest three times now and had never actually made it into downtown Madison, and set off for a loop around the southern lake which would take me pretty much through the heart of downtown. The heat over the weekend had finally broken, and it was almost chilly that morning -- a welcome relief if I was going to spend some amount of the day in the car. |
An amusing bike rack spotted as I came into the eastern end of town. |
Only one among hundreds of possible wallpaper shots that one could have taken here! |
... this is what it looks like from there back down onto the main floor. |
There are big lights at the end of each wing to hit the dome at night. |
More of the nice central-vault detail, in a style mildly reminiscent of the Newport mansions I visited earlier in the year but a little less baroque. The side hallways lead to offices on multiple floors -- offices of senators and other officials, many doors wide open, and again completely unrestricted to the public. I could walk along and hear phone conversations going on, and hardly anybody even looked up when I passed their doorways. I guess they're used to wandering tourists. |
Lower down I found another room set up at best guess like a courtroom, that
was open and empty. The crazy angle is to try and show the ceiling murals --
I wedged myself way into one corner to try and capture more of the room,
almost wishing I had
efusco's fisheye
wide-angle.
I found the mirror-image "rorschach" marble panels pretty interesting; they must have been cut very thin and then opened up like a book in pairs, and then pairs of those sets kept together and top/bottom inverted for an almost 4-way symmetry look. |
Another view across the central space, with a little black shape that some readers will immediately recognize sitting up on the ledge. Why there? Probably to light the wombat. |
I finally tore myself away, figuring I'd already gotten far too many pictures of the place, and wandered a circuitous route back toward the lake. For those that may disagree about my data volume, there's plenty more info at the official capitol site that does include some text about what one would find by going up into the dome and lantern gallery. Well, up until 1931, anyway. |
Upon getting to the shoreline, I realized that I was seeing way across to Olin-Turville from here -- there's the hill and pavilion. It was then a short stroll back to where I'd parked. |
I then continued out toward Mt. Horeb, where the hotel tourist-trap book had
said there are trolls. And there are! The town refers to itself as the
"trollway"
and encourages visitors to find all the carved homunculi.
I navigated a series of newly-installed roundabouts on the main road coming into town, which I thought was very cool to see. Roundabouts, aka rotaries but with better design, are coming back into popularity as a good traffic-handling device because people are finally beginning to realize that with proper use, they're highly efficient. "Proper use" is the kicker, however, since many drivers have forgotten what they might have learned about them back in driver's ed and a bit more public education may be needed as they become more widespread. |
After getting the idea on the trolls I decided that it was getting late
enough in the day and to skip the
mustard museum
... there's only a certain level of tourist-trap I'll deal with.
On the way back in I got mired in the Beltline highway rush-hour jam, but
not like I was in any hurry to get somewhere and it was almost more
entertaining to watch the people being depressingly unable to figure
out how to merge.
The next day I checked out, reconfigured the car a little, and began the second major phase of the journey. Here the serendipity thing started for real -- the random "come what may" wandering part, with the only goal to reach the other end of South Dakota later in the week. Some Hybridfest folks had suggested to go check out the Wisconsin Dells area as another tourist-trap sort of place that had undergone some abrupt and interesting changes recently, and it was pretty much on the way so I headed northwest up Route 12 which would bring me closer to I-90 farther up. |
This was along the way, and I had to run a ways out into a field to get the right angle on it. This looks more like storm damage than decrepitude, but it still captured my eye from the road. |
I got into the town of Lake Delton and wandered
toward the shoreline. My first hint that something was a bit wrong came
along a side road -- a temporary-looking fence with all kinds of "don't
even think of parking here" signs, and with plenty of random people pulling in
to park and gawk nonetheless. Beyond it I could see the actual problem.
The entire lake was GONE. There was supposed to be a sparkling expanse of water here. I could already see that the waterfront resorts across the way weren't anymore. |
... as shown in this detail. Locals said there was still china sitting in cabinets in the dining room, now tilted at a crazy angle. |
Finally I reached the real end of the road. |
This is all that lay beyond; the road continued on the other side. |
Here's an aerial shot from one of the
news articles
covering the event, taken a day after the lake had drained. All of this
had happened only a month and a half previous to my visit.
It's pretty clear from this that only a narrow and not particularly tall strip of land separated Delton from the Wisconsin River, and once the overflow got going well enough to start cutting its own channel, that's all she wrote. |
I retraced my route and went around to the other side of the lake, which took me along a more main road lined heavily with attractions of various sorts, including the barricaded entrance to this one. |
The boat-rental and watersports places weren't doing so well, however. |
Undaunted by this minor setback, the duck-boat tours were still running.
They were taking people around to the highlights of the flood wreckage, and
telling riders the whole story over the PA. As they came past me and paused
at the turn, the speakers were loud enough that I was able to use the camera's
sound recorder and grab some clips of what they were saying. Here are
duc1.mp3 and duc2.mp3
for your listening enjoyment, with the caveat that there's a little bit
of digital clipping here and there as the original levels were very low
and had to be bumped up quite a bit during conversion.
I am bemused by how the local Wisconsin accent seems almost Canadian. |
It's going to take the area quite a while to recover from this, but efforts
to rebuild the bank and roadway are apparently already underway. It's somewhat
ironic that the breach didn't happen at the existing dams that created the
lake in the first place, but at the highway embankment that had otherwise
been thought of as a solid, unyielding wall.
I continued up toward Wisconsin Dells itself, and found plenty more tourist traps that don't depend on the lake other than to potentially increase the customer base in the area. At the intersection of two more major roads is the Mount Olympus amusement park, complete with a Trojan Horse and a fairly large wooden roller coaster. |
Here's the first drop of the coaster -- not anywhere on the height scale of Cedar Point, but one may notice that it hasn't really leveled out yet down here near ground level. |
Right next door to Olympus is this, some sort of fun-house entitled "Top
Secret", presumably involving some weird theme of an overthrown and
overgrown White House. Personally, I find this a much more appropriate
motif with a Prius sitting in front of it, and the clouds shaped in a way
that makes it look like the wreckage is still smoking.
I had overheard one of the duck-boat drivers telling his passengers about this, "don't bother -- it stinks". 'Nuff said on any curiosity about going inside. There are some similar sentiments and inside pictures floating around on the net, too. |
I finally did find the cheese outlet and got not only the story on my rubbery proto-cheddar, but also learned that one of Carr's major cheese factories is also in Mauston and offers tours. Aiieee, yet another side-trip I could make! But I declined at this point, and got back on the highway to keep rolling. It was time to quit goofing around and start putting some serious miles behind me. I wanted to at least make it into another state before nightfall. |
I could see that the interstate bends sideways along the hill for a gentler
slope, and just for yucks I decided to exit and explore around a little and
see if I could find a good picture-spot.
Soon I found a minor backroad that turned into gravel and made a steep climb,
almost straight up this thing! Near the top, at the steepest part about
where the map says "Oak Hill", I came up behind a bicyclist on a
fully-loaded touring rig, huffing his way up this same hill in his dead-lowest
granny gear. The one-lane, heavily crowned gravel road wasn't wide enough for
me to even think of passing him so I simply
came to a stop right there and waited for him to gain a bit of distance.
Getting moving again was a little interesting, requiring a feather-light
touch on the go-pedal and hoping the wheels wouldn't spin too much. I was
strongly reminded of some
other gravel roads that played
a bit of hell with the Prius traction and over-rev control.
By going this way I wound up doing the same altitude rise in a fraction of the run distance that the interstate would have, but probably having a lot more fun. And to answer my own question about elevation, the baseline of the landscape *does* jump to 1200 feet here and stays. |
In the next couple of miles I got my answer.
Windmills! Lots of them! |
I discovered that afternoon that Minnesota in fact has some serious clue about wind energy, as I continued seeing evidence of large windfarms almost all the way through the state. That little leaning tree was speaking the truth about the locale, as in fact does the map from this article that I dug up later on. I had apparently entered the country's central "wind belt". |
I had never seen a windfarm like this in person yet -- an isolated turbine here
and there, sure, but not this scale of deployment. It was really inspiring to
find it, and realize that yes, people *are* thinking big and seriously about
building this infrastructure. I had been wondering for a few years now why
I didn't see them planted among cornfields in other areas, like, say, Ohio??
in open space where there's usually lots of wind and whose small footprints
would remove almost no growing room. And frankly some of them could *still*
be cell towers with the mere addition of antenna arrays about halfway up the
masts, thus getting triple duty from the same real estate.
But by now it was getting quite late in the day, and I eventually took one of the exits listing "camping" to find somewhere to shower and sleep. |
... but it's not a duck-Prius; there's actually a big island in the middle, named [oddly enough] Big Island. |
I got a brief look at Albert Lea Lake on the way out the next morning ... |
... but soon found myself back to cruising through endless cornfields. |
These aren't quite decrepit enough for the series, but wait another twenty or thirty years. |
In the town of Blue Earth, I found the Jolly Green Giant. |
It took a while to sort out which little gravel road would actually go out to the correct field, but I gradually worked my way nearer. It seemed to be a relatively isolated pair. |
And finally I reached them. There's the car is parked at the base, for scale. These things are BIG -- on the order of 240 feet high, and impressively tall when you get near them. |
This yields the perfect image outline to use for reworking a typical redneck bumper sticker. THIS is how Americans should be thinking about their pride and patriotism, rather than sticking warmongering mob-hysteria slogans and yellow ribbons onto their fat gas-guzzlers and thinking that's some twisted expression of "freedom". |
Detail of the generator head. There's quite a bit of weather instrumentation
built onto the nacelle, and my guess is that the rails between the blades are
what workers clip their fall-arrest gear into.
The manufacturer has an obvious URL. |
I had walked some distance away from the car to shoot this, and as I stood
there I heard a little puttering behind me and two guys came along the road
on ATVs. Ut oh, I thought, maybe they're the landowners and they think I'm
out here up to no good...
Before "Dueling Banjos" started playing too loudly in my mind, they pulled up and we started chatting. Turned out they were just a couple of locals who had decided to pop out for a quick visit to the turbines that day too. They were pretty amused that someone all the way from Boston had taken the time to hop off the interstate and semi-offroad his way out out to the middle of this field. After it became established that I wasn't going to continue my trip nursing rock-salt shotgun wounds, they also told me a little about the history behind this pair of machines. Apparently a local resident with a bunch of extra money had decided to fund them all on his own, and had arranged for them to be built at a cost of about a million apiece [and undoubtedly recurring rent to the landowner as well]. But people in these areas are getting more into this, wanting to do the right thing, and apparently Minnesota is under a directive to have at least 20% of their energy be from renewable sources by a fairly close-in date, like 2012 or sooner. So obviously there's a big push going on. I mentioned what I'd seen east of Austin, and one guy said that if I had driven through the backroads over that way I would have seen huge *piles* of windmill parts stacked up. It was really tempting to go back, but I figured I'd look around on the net later and find more info about it. |
It's pretty amazing that the narrow footprint of what holds the tower down to its base doesn't get overcome by the axial load against the turbine with such a huge lever arm up into the air. But this is all there is to it. All the hold-down bolts have a heavy coating of grease and then these little weather condoms put over them, to discourage corrosion. This seems vulnerable to theft and vandalism, and the guys said that to their knowledge people weren't messing with the windmills too much at this point but that might change as they became more common and mainstream. I suppose most of the installations will need little fenced-off corrals around each base like they do with radio towers, especially if they're in livestock fields. With a data network already linking everything up it wouldn't take much to add a couple of infrared-enhanced webcams to help catch miscreants. | |
But people react strangely and often stupidly to anything new, witness all the unfounded resistance to the Cape Wind project back home. Farmers have objected to harmless power transmission lines run across the land; there are even songs written about the struggles over new infrastructure -- in Minnesota, even. But this setup is apparently a privately funded project and an agreement with a private landowner, and other than the grid hookup there isn't any part of it that needs external approval. And frankly, anyone who thinks these towers are an eyesore needs their sense of aesthetics ripped out and replaced. |
As I got back to the highway and continued westward, there was quite a lot of
evidence that this same scenario had played out in many other places. It
was all really encouraging to see -- my first real-life glimpses of people
actually *caring* about this stuff and backing it up with installed base.
What's kind of ironic is that I could have gone much more locally to check out an installation in western Mass that documented the whole thing in faqs and pictures, but the efforts back east are largely onesey-twosey deals and nobody's really building large collections of these things yet. |
I spotted a bit of Strange Lawn Art sitting out in the fields. |
I was heading for Mitchell, SD at this point, having read something about
a fabled Corn Palace there. I began to see billboards for it 150 or more
miles out, sort of like that South of the Border place in the Carolinas.
The wind had shifted around a little and seemed to be quartering from the southeast against my left rear, but not helping my mileage much which was stubbornly staying down at 57 and change. Dunno. At the overall speed I was going it did make sense in the expected tradeoff around the optimal "60 @ 60" crossover point where MPH meets MPG in this car, especially with a pretty much guaranteed E10 fuel content out here. |
Here's a detail of how the art is constructed; sort of dot-matrix but with a little more possibility on angles. |
This is their palette of colors, and it's apparently almost all grown by one farm nearby. |
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