Lovely breakfast with Jane this morning, at Avalon, on the site of the former Pretzel Bell. Late launch afterwards from Ann Arbor. down US-23 towards Columbus. Twenty-three just happened to be the points spread in Michigan’s big victory last week, over their archrivals Ohio State. As we approached Columbus though, things began to fall apart. Anne was still behind the wheel, even though I usually drive the big cities. Size wise, Columbus looks to be the largest city in Ohio, at least by area. The reason was that I was trying to score us a dinner reservation at the brand-new, it opened in September, Hocking Hills Lodge. While Anne was battling traffic, I was bouncing back-and-forth between the lodge’s restaurant, the front desk, Open Table and Ohio’s statewide helpline. I eventually got a manager on the line and satisfaction. Lesson learned, when booking lodging also book your meals. As it turned out, there were plenty of tables, just not on Open Table. We hiked the gorge for a little over an hour, in the gathering dusk. There is more water in the river now than when we last visited Hocking Hills. We will likely hike again tomorrow, before finally heading home again after three weeks on the road. OBTW, I am smiling.
We left Cleveland and headed to Michigan. Swinging by Michigan Fine Yarns of Livonia, Anne was able to stock up on all of her knitting needs. Then Ann Arbor, with check-in at our motel, then downtown. Checked out TK Wu for dinner later and Avalon for breakfast tomorrow. Anne found 10,000 Villages on Main that was having a Midnight Madness sale. We barely got away with all that she could carry. Swinging by Harry’s new digs we picked him up for another downtown run. I must say that driving around Ann Arbor tonight was pretty hairy and this from someone who has already driven DC, NYC and Boston on this trip. It is unusually warm this evening, so everybody and their brother was out and about. Mostly on foot, ignoring all traffic rules, but also by bike. I got a dirty look from one cyclist, who decided to pop out of my blind spot and also my all-seeing car’s. The biggest surprise I saw was on the face of one young woman who was in a crosswalk and stared at me with incongruity, when I stopped to let her cross the street in front of me. With Harry in tow, we stopped again at TK Wu, this time for dinner. The food was amazing. Returning to his place, I fixed his TV, and we spent time with him reviewing our travels, until it was time to leave.
How do you encapsulate a movement? Rock and roll and all of its ancestral and spawned variations have ruled modern music for more than a hundred years. It plays on the radio 24/7 from AM to XM. At its hall of fame here in Cleveland it reigns supreme. I took hundreds of photos today. How can I choose one, two or even more photos to represent the immense diversity of music and people that we saw and heard today? It was an amazing experience. We spent almost all day at the museum. There was plenty of time spent listening to favorite recordings together and singing and dancing along with them. While I have hundreds of photos to roll out over time, I chose this one to lead the list. I love the dichotomy of this picture; both its content and it use at the museum. It captures the rebellious inherent within rock and roll music.