Bunny here at the keyboard to share our rustic weekend adventure on Spoon River Drive.
In case you’re wondering what that is, it’s a drive through Fulton County in Illinois that celebrates rural life, fall color and the history of the area. You may have heard of the Spoon River Anthology written by Edgar Lee Masters. He grew up in Lewiston and the house he lived in still stands there.
The Spoon River Anthology was published in 1915 and it was very different from what most people were used to at the time. It was considered ground breaking poetry at the time of its publication. It changed the way a lot of people thought about small town life at the time. The poems are short epitaphs for different people who lived and died in the area.
A lot of the towns on the drive seem like they haven’t been touched by time.
I’m not sure what they’re like the rest of the year, but during Spoon River Drive, many of them are very old-fashioned. There are lots of antiques to be found. London Mills has Civil War reenactments, which I really dislike but the humans find them fascinating. There is also a lot of shopping to be done for all kinds of things. Mom got some stuff to make our house smell like Fall, which I did like.
There are also lots of dogs who enjoy going on the drive. We saw lots of small dogs and a few other larger dogs, too. Küster and I shopped until we were ready to drop, then relaxed in the van while Mom and Dad went back to have closer looks at a few things. I was glad to have a break, to tell you the truth. We were having a lot of trouble making progress because people kept stopping to pet us and ask questions about us. Apparently, if you’re a canine celebrity, you never travel incognito. My favorite dogs that we met were a pair of Irish Wolfhounds in Bernadotte. Sage and Keena were thier names and Keena had just been adopted a few months earlier. We are pretty sure we saw Sage and another sibling at Bernadotte last year, too.
Bernadotte was a town that made us feel a little sad.
There’s an old bridge there that has been in need of repair for some time. In the past few years, they closed it so you can’t even walk across it anymore. After seeing it this year, I’m not sure I would want to. It took some very heavy damage during the floods this spring. They have started a fund to try to restore the bridge and I hope they have luck with it.
We could still see a lot of signs of flood damage there and I was glad that I’d be going home to my house on the hill. There was also a train crash this summer and one of the train cars that crashed into the river was full of corn syrup. The syrup leaked into the water and soaked up all the oxygen, which killed a lot of the fish. It just seems like they had more than their fair share of catastrophes there this year.
Overall, it was wonderful to get out and celebrate the arrival of fall, though.
The leaves haven’t quite reached their full glory yet, but fall was definitely in the air. You could even smell it while you walked around. Küster and I both had a great time. We weren’t the only ones. Mom and Dad certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves, too. Everybody we saw had a smile. You have to love something that means you get to drive around with your family for a whole day.
I just wish it happened more often than once a year.