St. Louis Gateway Arch Museum

The St. Louis Gateway Arch Museum was way more interesting to me than the prospect of going to the top of the arch, so, while my brother and sister went on that journey, I took in the museum housed below it. My mom, not wanting to experience me in a museum, just sat and people watched while I took it in. She loves me, she does, but she once experienced historic Boston with me, and I think she knows better now.

The Arch Museum is actually more about the history of St. Louis than it is about the Arch. Broken into six sections, only one of them is dedicated to the architectural wonder that is sitting above you while you explore.

It was really cool to read about the Indigenous people the land belonged to, as I don’t know much about the Osage people, and the history that St. Louis sits in having gone through so many different colonial hands. The section on the Louisiana Purchase and the confusion this caused for the occupiers was actually something I hadn’t thought of before. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like the museum has caught up with the vernacular. This may be because it’s a National Park Service or it’s a difficult expense, but I was surprised to see “Indian” and “slave” used so prominently in the displays.

With the museum focusing on place, it was sometimes hard to wrap my head around the jumping information, even if it largely did focus on innovation. Jumping from the Indigenous people being removed from the land to architectural marvels and then onto Civil War innovations (4 of the ironclads were built just up river), I felt the museum often left me getting really interested in an idea just to immediately jump to something else. I appreciated that it addressed exploitation as well, but these were often small little placards, easy to miss, and then didn’t necessarily frame them for the atrocities they were. One such instance was the kidnapping of Mohongo and the Osage to put them on display in France. While this was framed as an atrocity, as the Frenchmen that kidnapped them abandoned these people in Europe when he got bored, the story then focused on the U.S. Government and its part in the story, eventually helping the party that survived return to the United States. Of course, what should I expect? A museum run by the U.S. Government is going to focus on those savior stories.

The event that took up the majority of my time, though, was the stories of the Great Fire of 1849. It had been introduced to us on our steamboat tour, but there was a decent focus on it in the museum as well. Of course, a fire burning down a good deal of St. Louis wasn’t enough, but it was also followed by an outbreak of Cholera. Still, the history claims that it only killed 3 people (including 1 firefighter) despite the massive damage it caused and the fact that it broke out late at night. It did lead to an interesting conversation with my mother though, as we were curious if the 3 was accurate, or if they just hadn’t counted the enslaved people that may have perished in the fire as well.

All-in-all, I really enjoyed my experience at the Arch Museum, and it was a nice day to take in a museum as well, especially after getting some good history explained to us on our ride up the Mississippi.

Nowhere for St. Louis and Casey

West Salem is home to many fields and plenty of green.

The family decided to do a vacation to Myrtle Beach, our childhood spot, after a long and hard 2021, but that changed when my older brother decided to remain in Taiwan for the summer. Instead, the rest of our clan decided to squirrel away in West Salem, Illinois. In all honesty, I couldn’t even keep straight what state we were going to, but I was excited for a day trip to St. Louis to add Missouri to my states list. We also had a day trip planned to Casey, Illinois. I supported this strictly to see the World’s Largest Pitchfork. The rest of the time would be spent in relative solitude, with two of my siblings and my mother.

Mom enjoying some porch time.

We reserved a cabin on AirBnB in West Salem that had access to a lake and a pool and was large enough for 4 adults. It had something for everyone, but it was a trip that would truly make my mom feel at home. I would say the planning ahead of time made the majority of the trip relatively easy, which isn’t always easy for our family. No longer living at home, we have all become our own individuals and our personalities don’t always compliment each other, but I’d say some hard lessons over the last few years made things easier on us. Boundaries were set (and mostly not crossed) and our own coping mechanisms came into play, until the final day and a half of the trip, when not being able to decompress clearly got to a few of us.

The St. Louis Arch, from the safety of the solid ground.

Early in the week we made a strip to St. Louis where we enjoyed time on a Riverboat tour, around the Arch, and at the Spaghetti Factory. A last minute add on, I think the riverboat was the best part, and that’s saying something considering how I feel about water. It was an hour ride up and down parts of the Mississippi River with some fun history stories along the way. I think my brother particularly enjoyed learning how combustible steamboats were.

The Tom Sawyer was our vessel on the Mississippi River.

Then, we headed up for my brother and sister to discover the Arch. Mom, having been before, and I, who are both not fans of heights, decided to just enjoy a nice walk in the park and some time in the museum, where she discovered I actually take notes. (I may write something else specifically about my time in the museum.) We finished our day at the Spaghetti Factory, where we stuffed ourselves before returning to our cabin for the week.

World’s Largest Pitchfork

A few days later, we headed onto Casey, a small town known for big things (seriously, that’s they’re schtick). We walked the majority of the town, enjoyed some of the World’s Largest things, and got disappointed by others before heading to Richard’s Farm for lunch. The three siblings were sad to learn the World’s Largest Teetertotter only functions a few hours out of the week, and not when we were around, but I think we all agreed that the large pizza cutter we came across was the most disappointing moment of the trip. I fully believe if my 6’3” brother is bigger than you, then you shouldn’t be considered a “big” thing in a town that makes its revenue that way.

Levi locked himself in the World’s Largest Mailbox.

The rest of our trip was spent in and around the cabin. There was a terrifying experience in a canoe (just days after feeling comfortable in a kayak); a lot of ridiculous antics in the pool, and hours and hours of games. Of course, my favorite part was probably porch sitting, which got more difficult throughout the week as the rain continued. Unfortunately, my plan to hike that week didn’t end up working out too well. I made it about a quarter of the way around the lake our last full day there before realizing I didn’t have the gear or the time to continue (because I wouldn’t put wet gear in the car for the whole drive back). Still, I did learn some things and am working on some updates on my full pack, which I now have.

A crane crossing Lake Krajec in a downpour.

All-in-all, it was a relatively successful trip, and I was proud of myself for actually treating it like a vacation (because I’m really bad about disconnecting from work).