Pictures!
I love being able to rest on my laurels and just upload pix! It's what you guys are here for anyway right? Enjoy!
Chris blew Domingo's mind when he put him inside the laundry hamper and carried him around. Who knew laundry could be fun?
Here we are at Starved Rock, Eagle Ridge to be precise. There are actually Bald Eagles that come to nest here in the winter months.
Check out Sofia's face in this one. It was sunny, yes, but she looks like she's melting!
We didn't get any really good pictures of the landscape, which is really very beautiful. The story of Starved Rock is a very sad one, and there are legends that go with most of the formations and overlooks. The park gets it's name from one of the larger rock hills where a group of Native Americans, the Illinois, were trapped at the top of the hill by two other groups, the Fox and Potawatami. These two groups attacked the Illinois in revenge for some other downstate Illinois who murdered their chieftan, (isn't it always the downstate guys?) and when the Illinois went to the top of this hill in hopes that the attackers would pass them by, they were stranded there and all starved to death. Pretty grim.
Another legend that surrounds another rock is Lovers Leap. This one is a classic Romeo and Juliet-type story. Two young people from warring tribes met and fell in love. When neither chief would marry them, they went to this rock and leapt off to be together forever. Sad and beautiful. I remember going to this state park so often as a child. The stories were haunting to me then, and still are. The other thing that used to terrify me was the river below. We were always warned by our teachers of the undertow in the river, and since part of the field trip to Starved Rock was a little boat ride, we were (at least in my memory) constantly warned that if we fell in the river the undertow would hold us under and we would drown. I had the most vivid images of long white gnarly toes just beneath the rippling surface of the water, waiting to grab me and pull me under and hold me there until I drown. Hmm, maybe this is why I have a pathological disgust of feet? This blog is so cathartic!
Here is Domi at the Eye-talian restaurant. (Is the Eye-talian joke driven into the ground yet? No? Awesome!!)
Sofia's pointing at the starry "sky"
Chris blew Domingo's mind when he put him inside the laundry hamper and carried him around. Who knew laundry could be fun?
Here we are at Starved Rock, Eagle Ridge to be precise. There are actually Bald Eagles that come to nest here in the winter months.
Check out Sofia's face in this one. It was sunny, yes, but she looks like she's melting!
We didn't get any really good pictures of the landscape, which is really very beautiful. The story of Starved Rock is a very sad one, and there are legends that go with most of the formations and overlooks. The park gets it's name from one of the larger rock hills where a group of Native Americans, the Illinois, were trapped at the top of the hill by two other groups, the Fox and Potawatami. These two groups attacked the Illinois in revenge for some other downstate Illinois who murdered their chieftan, (isn't it always the downstate guys?) and when the Illinois went to the top of this hill in hopes that the attackers would pass them by, they were stranded there and all starved to death. Pretty grim.
Another legend that surrounds another rock is Lovers Leap. This one is a classic Romeo and Juliet-type story. Two young people from warring tribes met and fell in love. When neither chief would marry them, they went to this rock and leapt off to be together forever. Sad and beautiful. I remember going to this state park so often as a child. The stories were haunting to me then, and still are. The other thing that used to terrify me was the river below. We were always warned by our teachers of the undertow in the river, and since part of the field trip to Starved Rock was a little boat ride, we were (at least in my memory) constantly warned that if we fell in the river the undertow would hold us under and we would drown. I had the most vivid images of long white gnarly toes just beneath the rippling surface of the water, waiting to grab me and pull me under and hold me there until I drown. Hmm, maybe this is why I have a pathological disgust of feet? This blog is so cathartic!
Here is Domi at the Eye-talian restaurant. (Is the Eye-talian joke driven into the ground yet? No? Awesome!!)
Sofia's pointing at the starry "sky"
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