Okay, I'm back. You can click on the link below for House on the Rock for the general information; I'll just give you my highlights.
The Carousel Room. I sat in there until I was so dizzy, I thought I may get sick. Even then, I just turned away for a while, then looked back. It was amazing. Thousands of lights, hundreds of hand carved creatures, including pirates, mermaids, and a mini-Napoleon, with carnival music blasting over everything. The spinning goodness in the middle drew my attention at first, but when I could finally look away, I noticed that the walls were lined with antique horses that didn't make it on the ride, and the ceiling was lined with mannequins that had angel wings. Hmm. Not sure why, but I liked it.
I thought nothing could top that, but then I wandered into the Organ Room. Lots of, well, organs; large, small, and huge. They were surrounded by whiskey sills and old jugs with leering faces in dim light. The path you were led on went around and over and under and back around everything twice, and yet you still didn't go up a fraction of the red carpeted spiral staircases, whose only purpose could only be decorative. Or perhaps for dusting the lifesize wooden figures that dotted the landscape, all vaguely religious and medieval looking. In a few spots, they lined a bridge directly over your head, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was a real person or two hidden in the shadows.
What made it amazing was the order that it was in. There was a purpose. He had a plan when making this. There's no way I could ever figure out what that plan was, or even what direction he was heading in, but you can sense that somewhere, under the madness, there is a reason. It's deliciously frustrating.
Also in this room were the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. You could almost reach out and touch Death.
Tach took a shower today. A week ago I noticed that I had accidentally butchered a butterfly, and his black, iridescent wings were perfectly centered on the front of my hood. Somehow those delicate little things made it through a week of high speed driving looking barely even weathered. It was a little morbid, but they looked so damn cool, I put off the carwash until today. Death shouldn't really be an accessory, but it was such a perfect touch.
I found another perfect church sign combination, in Flint. End-Of-Days Church and Happy-Time Preschool.
These people are confused, aren't they?
I crossed over the Mississippi for the last time on my trip. It felt like beating Oregon Trail; it's the last river crossing, and I still have all my oxen, and no scarlet fever. At the beginning of my trip I had decided that I hadn't seen enough caves, rivers, and waterfalls. I've definitely had my fill of caves, I'm a little burned out on waterfalls, but I don't think I'll ever get tired of rivers. I am going to make friends with some fishermen in Montana, so they will take me out to stand in the middle of a river in hip-waders. Oh shoot, they don't do that in the winter, do they? Dang. Ice fishing, perhaps?