Acknowledging Independence Day in Chicago

From Indiana Dunes, we drove the remaining 62 km of lake shore to reach Chicago, which completed our mini-road trip around Lake Michigan.

However, less than an hour into the drive, each of our phones sounded an alarm as they received an emergency alert, warning of flash flooding across the greater Chicago area. The rain arrived almost immediately afterwards, and before long it was torrential. There was so much standing water and spray on the interstate that we had to pull off to wait for conditions to improve. Sitting in a Wendy’s restaurant car park, we passed the time by playing many, many rounds of the yes/no game: “I am a country, where am I?”

When the rain finally eased, we continued our journey over local roads to Chicago’s Oak Park – an immaculate neighbourhood packed full of Frank Lloyd Wright-designed houses. The rain was so heavy that we abandoned our initial plan of a walking tour, and instead parked beside each house, read the description from our guide book, and peered out at the houses through the rain.

By mid-afternoon, the flash-flood warnings had turned into genuine floods. Many roads had been closed and we saw so many stranded vehicles that had attempted to ford some of the newly-created urban lakes. We ended up stuck on the wrong side of a series of underpasses, all of which were impassable due to the flood water. With no alternative, we backtracked to the interstate to take the long way around, arriving hours later at our accommodation exhausted and with our nerves wrecked.

What a difference a day makes

The storm had completely blown over by the next day and we were greeted with blazing sunshine and 30 degree temperatures – the city was almost unrecognisable compared to what we had experienced the previous day. In addition to the improvement in weather, the storm had completely cleared the Canadian wildfire smoke that had been plaguing the region in recent days.

We spent the best part of the day following a self-guided walking tour along Chicago’s riverfront and gawking at the seriously impressive skyscrapers from the riverside path. We also learned about two seriously impressive feats of civil engineering…

In the 1850s and 60s, many buildings in central Chicago were raised by nearly 2 metres. This enabled a new sewer system to be constructed beneath the raised street level to combat the low-lying swampy ground that had been responsible for causing multiple deadly epidemics. Despite the project’s almost unbelievable ambitions, the result was a huge success, with most of the buildings receiving little or no damage in the process.

We also learned that the Chicago River had its flow intentionally reversed in the late 1800s due to concerns around Chicago’s clean water supply. This was achieved through the creation of a new canal and a number of locks, into which the river now drains instead of Lake Michigan. At least, it does unless Chicago is experiencing rare and serious flooding, when the flow can be switch-reversed to drain back into Lake Michigan. The last time that happened was 2020…until yesterday – it really was a lot of rain!

I really think they could have found a bigger flag

Just down the road from the river is Millennium Park, home to the Cloud Gate sculpture, aka “The Bean.” This sculpture consists of a smooth and shiny orb-like structure, which appears almost spherical from some angles and an upside-down U-shape from others. Distortions aside, its reflections of Chicago’s skyscrapers played some strange tricks on our eyes as we walked around it.

⚠️ WARNING: Italians might want to skip this section ⚠️

Having never eaten proper Chicago-style pizza before, this was a bit of an education. We picked up a pizza from Giodano’s – a local institution that has been serving up this speciality for nearly 50 years. Chicago-style pizzas are also known as “deep dish” pizzas, owing to their steep sides that allow the cheese, tomato and other ingredients to be stacked to otherwise impractical heights.

We ordered a “Chicago Classic”, whose layers are ordered as follows (from bottom to top):

  1. Dough (pizza base)
  2. Pepperoni
  3. Mozzarella
  4. Mushroom, onions and green peppers
  5. Another thin layer of dough
  6. Tomato sauce
  7. Parmesan

Interestingly, none of us even noticed the secondary super-thin layer of dough which separates the “toppings” from the tomato sauce. I think this was because its texture was soft and stretchy – nothing like the tough (and slightly dry) crust that surrounded the pizza.

Our “medium size” pizza more than fed the four of us for lunch. And despite our relatively restrained topping selection, it was far and away the most indulgent pizza I’ve ever eaten. The pie itself wasn’t much of a looker, but I did love that you can feed a whole family with a single pizza.

And to any Italians that made it this far: don’t worry, our hearts are still with Neapolitan-style pizza!

Independence day (aka the Fourth of July)

We’d read that the quintessential Independence Day experience should involve a parade, a baseball game, and a firework display, so that’s exactly what we set out to do.

We started off by heading out to the residential neighbourhood of Hyde Park, which hosts Chicago’s largest Independence Day parade. Such parades consist of a wide range of local organisations and businesses passing along a closed street with the aid of floats, often separated by marching bands and performing arts groups. One minute, the local high school brass band would be passing us, the next minute we’d find ourselves waving to an insurance company’s float, who would be shortly followed by the county forestry organisation. All in all, it was an incredibly wholesome experience and a great way to immerse ourselves in the party atmosphere.

Following the parade, we enjoyed a free hot dog (courtesy of Trader Joe’s, the local supermarket) while watching some adorable kids performing martial arts and dance demonstrations. It was then time to say goodbye to Helen & Mick, who were flying back to London after spending nearly a month with us on our route from Portland to Chicago. Thank you so much for coming all this way and keeping us company!

That evening, we took the metro to the Guaranteed Rate Field (lol) to watch the Chicago White Sox host the Toronto Blue Jays. This is the second baseball game we’ve attended, and on both occasions we were surprised by how little attention most fans seem to be paying to the action on field. Eating and drinking seemed to be the primary activity, with socialising coming in a close second, leaving little attention left to follow the game. Meanwhile, we were desperately trying to keep up with the action – despite having been previously, our understanding of the rules doesn’t really go much further than, “It’s a bit like rounders, isn’t it?”

The game was followed immediately by an absolutely spectacular firework display. We’d already watched a few displays erupt around the city during the baseball game, but this one blew the others out of the water.


After a slightly disastrous journey to get there, we ended up having an awesome time in Chicago, and it felt like the perfect place to celebrate a national holiday. From here, we boarded the Lake Shore Limited Amtrak service heading east once more to reach Cleveland, Ohio.

Indiana Dunes and the Last Crusade before Chicago

Michigan’s ‘Gold Coast’ (I’m not sure many people call it that but we did read it somewhere!) is a long stretch of shoreline down the eastern side of Lake Michigan. Because it faces west, it gets lovely sunsets over the lake and is sometimes compared to California (again, probably not very often!) We spent five days making our way southbound from the town of Ludington (where we disembarked the SS Badger) to Indiana Dunes National Park, one of the United States’ most newly designated national parks.

Stop 1: Muskegon

Muskegon is a classic lakeshore holiday town with a beautiful white sand beach, a lighthouse, and plenty of ice cream options. Before heading to the beach, we picked up picnic sandwiches at a traditional deli. “I’m going to blow their minds with my pronunciation of tomato,” Oli joked before we went inside. Sure enough, he did!

A little later, we decided we had just enough room for an ice cream each. Now, we’ve all spent enough time in the States to know the two golden rules of food ordering:

  1. Ask for the smallest size
  2. Never, ever, ever add any extras

But still, our single scoop ice creams had SIX scoops each! Everyone else had theirs in a cup so they were still in a pickle but not nearly as much of a pickle as me – it melted well before I could eat it and I had to go in the lake to wash the chocolate ice cream off my face, arms and legs! It wasn’t until I got in and it felt a bit different that I realised that of course this was freshwater rather than saltwater – I still can’t get over that this is a lake and not the sea. Probably better for cleaning off ice cream, though!

Just before ice cream-gate

That evening, we took a walk along the breakwater to the lighthouse for sunset. The atmosphere was so hazy from the wildfires that it reminded us of the red sun we saw when watching sunset over the Mekong. It was quite strange watching boats disappear from view when they were just metres from the shoreline – Oli compared it to being in The Truman Show.

Stop 2: Little Paw Paw Lake

Our original plan had been to make a stop in either the posh resort town of Grand Haven or boaty Saugatuck, but we soon realised (as often happens) that our ambitions didn’t quite fit with our habit of last-minute bookings – or our budget. So instead, we stopped for breakfast in Grand Haven (below left) and a walk in Saugatuck (below right) on our way south.

In the end, our budget-friendly stop in a holiday house neighbouring Little Paw Paw Lake turned out to be the unexpected highlight of our journey along the Gold Coast. If it weren’t for the house, which we picked mostly because it was available last-minute, we never would have visited the lake as it was pretty tucked away. But we had a couple of lovely swims from the tiny beach, caught two gorgeous sunsets and we even saw fireflies each evening – magical!

Stop 3: Indiana Dunes National Park

Despite its frankly excellent, puntastic name, Indiana Dunes is a bit of a funny national park. Its re-designation was apparently opposed by the National Parks Service because of its small size and similarities more with national lakeshores than national parks, and we’d read that we should temper our expectations before visiting: Yellowstone this is not. But it was on our route around the southern tip of Lake Michigan towards Chicago, so we thought it was worth dropping in for the day.

As this was the beginning of the Fourth of July holiday weekend, most people seemed to be using the park as a way of accessing beaches within reach of Chicago – not a bad idea as it was HOT! However, being sandwiched between two industrial areas, the beaches weren’t nearly as beautiful as those we’d visited further north.

Instead, we began our visit at the Century of Progress homes, which had been built to showcase innovative building techniques for the 1933 World’s Fair held in Chicago. Five of them were then moved in 1935 to a clifftop location within the park ready for us to nose at them. My favourite (because I am shallow) was the flamingo-pink, Florida Tropical House, which was based on an ocean liner, but I also liked the shiny, porcelain-enamel Armco-Ferro House, which was constructed from prefabricated panels and inspired designs for post-war prefab housing.

Lastly, we took part in Diana’s Dare, which the park’s information emphasised was a hiking challenge. Dutifully, we stocked up on water and put on our walking boots before discovering that no, we hadn’t misread the distance – it really was a 0.8-mile loop on a boardwalk! This reminds me of something…

Our next destination after our Gold Coast road trip was a long awaited one: Chicago! This city has been on my list for a very long time (I know I say that about everywhere) and we’ve been within striking distance around Lake Michigan for over a week. But first, we had to get there, which was an adventure all of its own. I’ll let Oli fill you in on that next time…

Crossing Lake Michigan on a steam ship 🚢

After our time spent in Door Country, we headed slightly south to take the car ferry across Lake Michigan and into Michigan state. This was partly for the novelty of crossing a lake that looked more like a sea, but also because it saved us 500 miles of driving. What we didn’t really notice beforehand was the fact that this was listed as a historic ship – the SS Badger is the last remaining coal-fired passenger steam ship in the United States. This sounded cool, but the black smoke coming out of the funnel into the already-hazy atmosphere was less so!

Before setting sail, we went to visit the friendly badger sculpture who was on the dock ready to wave off the ship. We then left our car for a member of staff to drive onto the ferry, since this is what they insist on doing – you’re not allowed to load your own vehicle.

Once on board, we sat out on deck for the whole four-hour crossing, despite the crew member who was insisting that it would be too windy to stay outside – “You’ll see! You’ll ALL see!” she was shouting to no one in particular before we set sail. (Ok, she didn’t quite say the second bit but it was still very theatrical).

We couldn’t see far at all as it was so hazy (due to smoke from the wildfires in Canada), so Dad settled down for a nap as he was recovering from a cold. That was, he napped until a crew member bypassed us and gently woke Dad to ask if his name was Leon. Half asleep, you could see the cogs turning – was he in fact Leon? No, he concluded, he was not, so they left him alone. We spent a while speculating whether the real Leon was on the run, until we overheard that his wife had lost him on the ship and the staff were helping to search for him. They didn’t do a very good job because it turned out he’d been snoozing right behind us the whole time – I just hope he didn’t overhear all our speculation about him!

We spent the rest of the crossing joking about the car conveyor belt that might meet us at the other end – because how else would we collect our car than as if it were baggage at an airport? In the end, this turned out to be uncannily similar to what actually happened.

We had a good laugh as each car was driven off the ferry by the staff and left with keys in the ignition and doors unlocked for people to claim, seemingly with no security checks that they were indeed the rightful owner. We thought this was bizarre but pretty funny until we realised two things:

  1. How easy it would be for someone to steal our hire car
  2. How easy it would be for us to accidentally steal someone else’s car, since we noticed only at this point that we had no idea of our car’s registration plate and couldn’t even agree what colour it was!

Our laughs gradually turned to cold sweat as the group of other waiting passengers dwindled and the flow of cars from the ferry slowed. It was at this point that we realised that none of us actually saw the staff drive our car onto the ferry before boarding. Our minds quickly jumped to the conversation we might soon be having with the hire company, covering how we simply left the keys in the vehicle, window open, and boarded a ferry. And then, finally, our hire car rolled off the ferry as one of the very last vehicles. Phew!

I assume that the whole thing is a pretty good illustration of the low crime rates in Ludington, MI…

Car collection roulette

After our jaunt on the lake, we spent the next few days sampling lots of beach towns while working our way down the east coast of Lake Michigan.