Road Trip #12 – Field Museum and Oz Park

Our whole road trip really pivoted around the idea of driving to Chicago and back.  Last November, when Mr Pict surprised me with a trip to Mexico, he had considered a city break in Chicago.  November in Chicago?  He made the right choice with Mexico.  I was, however, eager to see Chicago and not just because I had never been to Illinois before.  Chicago was also the fulcrum of our trip since it was the furthest west we were going to be travelling before looping back towards Pennsylvania.  I had so many plans for Chicago – way more than were ever going to be possible in the two days we had planned but plenty of options to choose from.  Of course, as my fellow Scot Robert Burns wistfully observed, “The best laid schemes o’ mice and men gang aft agley”.  The broken arm was the plough to our mouse nest and we lost pretty much an entire day in Chicago as a result.  Sigh.

Before we embarked on any excursions on the eighth day of our road trip, however, we had to get some breakfast.  We plumped for a cafe on Michigan Avenue where the menu looked appealing.  The portions when they arrived were astounding.  I ordered waffles with fruit and what appeared before me was a platter containing three full size waffles each covered in a generous dollop of a different fruit compote, namely blueberries, strawberries, and bananas.  Mr Pict had a corned beef hash breakfast he would later declare was the best breakfast of the trip.  The kids had various crepes and fruit platters with yogurt.  We were all very replete at the end of breakfast and did not have to eat again for almost the entire day.  What took the gloss of this breakfasting experience, however, was that the service was pretty abysmal, indifferent and lackadaisical at best, yet the server had added a generous service charge to the bill and had still left room for us to add an additional tip.  We are generous tippers but I consider that poor etiquette.

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Anyway, bellies full and ready to face the day, we headed off to the Shedd Aquarium.  The boys had voted unanimously for that to be our activity and I did nothing to dissuade them since I love beluga whales and the Shedd Aquarium has some.  However, as we approached the Aquarium, we saw an incredibly long queue snaking away from the building.  The first section of the queue was provided with some shelter and shade but seven eighths of those queuing folk were baking in the sun.  And it was hot that day.  Super hot.  The temperature was approaching triple digits and the humidity was so great that breathing was laborious. As dutiful parents, we asked the kids whether they still wanted to visit the Aquarium.  In unison they declared no.  They did not want to melt into a puddle like tallow candles.  Happily, right next door was their second choice activity: the Field Museum. As we walked through the doors and were blasted with wonderful air conditioning, we knew we had made the sensible decision.

We were just going to purchase the basic entry tickets for the Field Museum but our youngest two looked all pouty and pointed to a poster about a special bug exhibition so we stumped up the extra funds and in we went.  As per those pouts, we started with Underground Adventure.  The concept was that we would all be shrunk down to minibeast size so that we could learn about the detailed and compelling world that is a soil ecosystem.  Forget learning about the importance of soil and its inhabitants to the environment, however; for the kids this was all about the B movie sized monster bugs and pretending to be Ant Man leading an insect army.

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Next up was Ancient Egypt.  The three older boys have all studied Ancient Egypt at school, whether back home in Scotland or here in America, so they enjoyed seeing the Egyptian artifacts up close.  We have been in Egyptian sections of museums in many places, including the British Museum, and I have to say that this was one of the best organised I have visited.  It really placed the items in their context and offered clear, absorbable explanations.  My favourite item in the exhibit was a large wooden boat as I had never seen anything like it before.  Predictably, the kids liked the unwrapped mummies, though they were a bit sad about the one that was a wee boy, and a series of dioramas demonstrating the process of mummification.

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Of course, no natural history museum is complete without galleries packed full of cases of taxidermy and the Field Museum was no exception.  While the Egyptian section had been fresh and contemporary in its approach to display and turning artifacts into narrative, the stuffed critters section was distinctly tired and musty.  I would suggest that the actual taxidermy was completed some decades ago.  Everything looked just a bit moth-eaten and, well, derpy.  I don’t know how to express that any better way.  A whole bunch of the stuffed beasties just looked plain derpy, with goofy facial expressions.  It actually made me enjoy it more.  The marine mammals had even been relegated to the packed lunch area of the museum.  My kids absolutely loved seeing the narwhals and gigantic elephant seals but I did not see anyone else even looking at those cases.  From the looks of it, nobody had dusted them for a while either.  My 13 year old penguin enthusiast loved seeing the case full of ex-penguins – including one called a jackass – but my 10 year old despaired at seeing stuffed pandas.

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The main draw of the taxidermy section, however, was the man-eating beasts.   We had seen the “Man-Eater of Mfuwe” elsewhere in the museum.  This was a maneless lion that had attacked and killed several people in Zambia in 1991.  The legendary lions on display in the Field Museum, however, where the Tsavo Man-Eaters, the subject of several books and movies.  These lions (again maneless males) were reputed to have killed 135 workers constructing the Kenya-Uganda railway in 1898.  That number was provided by the hunter who finally killed them so exaggeration is understandable. Recent isotope analysis of the stuffed lions suggests that between them they actually killed 35 people, which is closer to the 28 workers killed reported by the railway company.  At first the skins from the lions were rugs on the hunter’s floor but then they were given to the Field Museum and the stuffed skins have been on display ever since.

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In addition to the Tsavo lions, the other thing the Field Museum is famous for is Sue the T-Rex.  Sue is the largest, best preserved, most intact of any Tyrannosaurus Rex yet discovered and that makes her a dino celebrity.  She was named Sue for the paleontologist who found her in the 1990s but I like to think that was her prehistoric name too.  She is also the oldest known T-Rex at 28 years old.  Don’t ask me how scientific people know that.  I am just reporting what I read.  We all enjoyed seeing Sue, especially my 7 year old.  He was enchanted so much so that he insisted on using a little of his savings on making a derpy looking dinosaur from moulded plastic.  He and his 10 year old brother collect squished pennies but this moulded plastic thing was a new twist on that tradition.  He was pleased as punch.  Even more exciting, however, was when he spotted a T-Rex wandering around.  Whereas my older three sons treat anybody in a costume as if they have the plague, my youngest was like a moth to the flame.  I think the T-Rex had actually finished his tour of the museum and was going for a comfort break or some such when out of nowhere my 7 year old sped towards him and grabbed him for a hug.  I have never seen a dinosaur mask look more surprised.  T-Rex was a good sport though and posed for a photo with my grinning kid.

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There were many areas of the museum we never made it into.  I was keen to see the Ancient Americas section.  However, a) there was only so much museum traipsing my kids were going to tolerate and b) we had a deadline for picking up our luggage and car.  My 10 year old, however, was really wanting to see the room dedicated to jade so we had a quick dip into there for him to behave like Gollum for a few minutes before we departed.

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As soon as we left the air conditioned cocoon of the museum, the intense heat of the day thumped us.  It really was not that pleasant, mainly because of the humidity.  My Scottish complexion has not adjusted to life with hot humidity at all so I soon looked like lobster thermidor.  We all felt entirely gross.  The heat also made us grumbly and grouchy.  Our plan had been to return to the hotel via the shade of a tree filled park.  However, the tree filled park was off limits because of the set up for Lolapalooza.  We did, however, pop to see the Buckingham Fountain, my kids entertaining ideas of getting to at least run their hands through the water in order to cool down.  They were spitting fireballs, therefore, when we arrived to discover it was fenced off.  No dipping anything in that water.  The fountain is apparently one of the largest in the world and there are light shows in the evening.  I imagine those are pretty spectacular.  However, on that sweltering day, as I slowly charbroiled on the Chicago pavement, I was underwhelmed.

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Once we had collected our luggage and car, we headed a bit further north in the city to the Lincoln Park area.  Our destination was Oz Park.  I am bound to have shared before that I am a fan of ‘The Wizard of Oz’.  Not a nerdy superfan but a fan nevertheless.  One of my favourite paintings I’ve done in this past year is a Flying Monkey.  I am passing on my love of classic movies to my kids so they are all Oz fans too.  Whereas I read all Baum’s books as a kid, my sons have not yet read the books.  I doubt they will.  Anyway, L Frank Baum lived in Chicago in the 1890s so I guess the park is a memorial to him and his imagination.

The park is home to sculptures of the main characters from the Wizard of Oz.  I was obsessed with seeing them all.  We discovered Dorothy and Toto with ease then, while Mr Pict supervised our youngest son playing in Dorothy’s Playlot, I dragged the other three off in search of Dorothy’s travel companions.  Scarecrow was only a hop, skip and jump away.  The other two – Tin Man and Cowardly Lion – could not be spotted from where we were standing so we just set off on an amble around the park.  Now the park is not a large park so the statues should and could have been easy to find.  However, I had no bearings or map but did have three increasingly cranky and fractious kids with me.  Know what the Wizard would have given them? Patience.  That is what they were lacking.  Fatigue soon erupted into squabbles and my own tolerance cracked.  I had this inner dialogue (which was like a yelling match) between the mother in me who knew I needed to take the kids back to the car and get them something cold to eat or drink right away before they went full Flying Monkey and started ripping each other’s arms off and the movie nerd in me who – with an added dash of OCD and control freakery – really needed to find those last two ruddy statues.  The Mother won.  She yells louder.

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Our destination that evening was somewhere in Indiana.  I write somewhere because the actual place was entirely forgettable.  It was near a college campus which was in itself plonked in the middle of nowhere.  Apologies in advance if you happen to hail from or love Indiana but honestly there was nothing that diverted my attention during our entire drive through that state.  Renowned as a flyover state, we treated it the same way but by car.  I am sure the people are lovely and there are things to see and do that are not immediately obvious.  We didn’t find them though.  Spending the night in Indiana, however, meant I got to claim the state – my 4th new state of the trip and 29th overall.

Indiana was also another accommodation mishap.  This time the hotel was perfectly pleasant and the staff lovely but it turned out our booking had screwed up.  Instead of two rooms that would each comfortably accommodate three of us, we had two rooms containing one king size bed each.  Oh dear.  The hotel was booked to the gunnels so there was no alternative space.  They were even out of foldaway beds.  We had to problem solve our way around it.  Two adults and a teenager take up quite a bit of space in beds plus we could not cram a kid with a broken arm into a shared bed.  The way I solved the problem was to sacrifice the teenager.  We asked the duty manager for spare comforters, sheets and pillows and made him up a nest on the floor of one of the rooms.  Ironically he probably got the best sleep out of all of us.  So that was Indiana then.

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12 thoughts on “Road Trip #12 – Field Museum and Oz Park

  1. As I was reading this I thought to myself that you must take notes. There’s no way in hell I could remember all the details you share with others about your site seeing the way you (always) do. Then I laughed out loud when I got to the part where you said, “Our destination that evening was somewhere in Indiana. I write somewhere because the actual place was entirely forgettable.” You don’t remember everything! You’re human! Phew!

    • Ha ha ha! I do make the occasional note on my travels but really it is my photographs that are the memory prompt. I take a billion photos when we are travelling so there are many more to act as an aide memoire than I share on the blog.

      • Back in the days of film, I went to the Royal Tyrell Museum (a dinosaur museum). By the time my film from the trip came back, I had long forgotten what anything in any of my photos was. I did buy museum post cards though. At least they had descriptions on the back.

      • Yes, that’s true. I used to make notes in a notepad back when I had a film camera not just because of the processing delay but because I took far fewer photos back then because of the expense. Now I can snap away at anything and record random details with my camera that I would never have shot with my manual SLR.

  2. What a great day Laura, the museum sounded like the perfect choice and then the Oz Park. I love the Wizard of Oz and this looks amazing. I turn into a mega grump though in the heat and humidity so totally get where the kids were coming from!!

    • I think between heat, hunger, and the broken arm, I was probably pushing my luck getting them to comply with an additional activity beyond the museum. It still irks me that I missed out on two statues though.

  3. Hahaha, I’m so enjoying your holiday stories… And the photos with this one cracked me up! I also loved seeing Sue the T-Rex… I recently watched the film about her discovery and subsequent loss in American bureacracy, so it was great to see her on display, and learn some more about her!

  4. Pingback: Road Trip #21 – Natural History Museum | A Pict in PA

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