The Inn at Irish Hollow
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- Continental Breakfast
- Wireless internet connection in public areas
- Hot tub
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Day 28. Dubuque, Iowa We went to a great river talk this morning by the American Queen's Riverlorian. The highlight of the hop-on hop-off today was the cable car ( they call it elevator) apparently the worlds shortest and steepest. It was built by a banker who went home for lunch, by horse and buggy it took 30 minutes, it didn't give him time to have a nap, so he built this cable car. Being ...
BugnOut1 to Dubuque. Irish Hooley. Camping at Miller Park 'down by the river' Vhris Farley style. Weather was in the 70's and only rained a little at night. Thursday was spent at the site. Grilled and chilled Friday we headed downtown and ate at Mason Dixon Saloon. Headed to Lot1 for a beer. Took scan to the Star Brewery to the Irish Hooley. Much smaller and ...
Saturday August 1 - Day 19
Time to leave Illinois. As sad as it is to leave, I won’t miss the chaos of Chicago. Although I still think New York has Chicago beat, Chicago defiantly has Calgary beat!
Because Wisconsin is just a few minutes from our campground, we took secondary highways along the bottom of Wisconsin. They have “America’s Dairyland” on their license plates for ...
This morning we thought we would be rained on during our outing, but the day turned out very nice, hot and humid but nice!
Our sight-seeing plan for today started by driving to Anamosa to visit the National Motorcycle Museum. This route is the one we will be taking on Monday, so this gave us a chance to preview the roads. The portion we drove today is 4 lanes all the way and in good shape.
We were driving along, minding ...
The taste of life had gone dull. Life wasn't exciting anymore. I became a shadow of who I was in college. I felt like a wild animal that had found itself behind bars at a zoo. I hated it.
For the first time in my life I felt truly miserable.
Soon my transformation from human-to-zombie was complete. I'd move around, follow orders, complete tasks, and collect paychecks. But inside I was dead. Despite making more money than ...