My routine was to get up early and take B. into the high school for tennis practice, then go to McDonalds for an iced tea and head to the downtown lake for a morning walk … Peaceful way to start the day and so much more fun than suburbia …
Let’s just say the distance between Marshfield (where the kid had her surgery) and their home was 101.5 miles which is a lot of miles. So last week I drove 800 miles going back and forth to the hospital and every time we would go down one particular stretch of road we would see signs that said “Geological Marker.” Hmmm …
The site was 4 miles off the main highway and gave no clue as to what the Geological Marker actually was. Our curiosity got the best of us and so the kids and I looked it up on my phone and discovered that it was the exact mid-point of the hemisphere … and unless you plan to go to China or wander around the oceans, this is the place where you can say you stood on the exact midpoint of a hemisphere.
Well … our focus was E. so we didn’t think we’d ever have such a fantastic opportunity, but then the last night (after they had said E. could come home) the other two kids and I took off so we could get her room ready. (Her release was kind of a surprise.) So, having some extra time, we drove a windy four-mile route to the Geological Marker.
This is the interesting part. Even though the wooden sign explained what was going on, newer signs on each side of the wooden sign said that this wasn’t exactly the midpoint, but rather a “representation
of the midpoint.”
Seriously? Isn’t any spot on the earth a representation of another spot on the earth? So we weren’t exactly sure what we saw, but we had fun … I think mostly because we were excited that E. was doing better and not because we had viewed something noteworthy.
My next few blog posts are from a recent trip “up north.” I was there because of my granddaughter’s surgery, but do not want to write about that (or the many pictures we took during her six day stay at the hospital). Though it was a tough experience, she is home now and doing much better and that’s all I’ll say about it.
The surgery was in Marshfield, Wisconsin. Once she was out of surgery and back in her room, we could tell that it would be awhile before she woke up. So, Jeff and I took the other two kids to Jurustic Park while Cindy stayed with the “patient.”
Jurustic Park is outside of Marshfield and although there are signs, there is a lot of road construction and so it can be difficult to find because it’s way back in the McMillan Marsh.
WHERE: A few miles out of Marshfield, Wisconsin.
WHO: Clyde Wynia, a retired attorney (and artist) started building dinosaurs and other creatures out of metal. After a few of them were in the yard, people began coming to see them. Now he gets visitors from all over the world. He puts a solution on his sculptures to make them rust quickly (hence Jurustic Park) and people now walk through his yard to see what he’s done. He has also made several sculptures for people in town – including a huge dinosaur for the front of one of the grade schools.
AND: His wife also makes jewelry which you can buy. Both Mr. and Mrs. Wynia talked to us. Clyde is an eccentric character with a lot of stories – the kind of story telling when you don’t know what is truth and what is fiction.
He also shot off a bottle rocket for us.
I wouldn’t go too far out of my way to visit, but if you’re in Marshfield, waiting (and a little stressed out) about your daughter/granddaughter/sibling who has just had major surgery – it’s a good place to go.)
KID FACTOR: Good place for kids to walk around and see the funny sculptures.