Slice of American Pie

Ain’t that America. Traveling the States always presents a distinct pleasure to experience local flare and regional culture, while maintaining some common American threads. This summer we intentionally set out to celebrate a nice slice of Americana. From Tennessee to Illinois, the Land of the Free, did not disappoint. Of particular note, we spent two nights in Keokuk, Iowa. I know what you are thinking, so let me explain. We landed in Keokuk based on lodging availability, a very fortunate turn of fate. From this base we explored southeast Iowa as well as Nauvoo and Carthage, Illinois.

Keokuk is a grand town filled with clean and proud neighborhoods and scads of history related to Civil War, Native American relations and more. We learned at the George M. Verity Museum that as many as three military ships carried the name, USS Keokuk. Water plays a major role for the area past and present. Our tremendous Mississippi River separates Iowa and Illinois. Like others, the small town of Keokuk, has attempted the harness the power of the majestic river for tourism and energy. The two converge at Lock and Dam # 19. Here there are observation decks to watch as barges make their way along the river.

Other than being a delightful stop on the historic Mississippi River Road, Keokuk is also part of the Mormon Trail. It was just across the water that the Saints departed Nauvoo on their final trek west toward the Utah territory. I’d be remiss not to mention the city’s namesake, Chief Keokuk. He was a leader of the Sauk Tribe. Keokuk didn’t radically oppose white settlers. This led to conflict with another Sauk leader, Black Hawk, and ultimately to war between the two. A statue of Keokuk stands proudly in Rand Park looking over the Mississippi River. In a short period of time we breezed through some of the town highlights. Here’s a link should you ever find yourself in this marvelous city: http://www.keokukiowatourism.org/

Now, about the run: On a clear and unusually warm morning I set out for a run to the Mississippi River. I passed a country club, folks out walking dogs, a fellow driving his tractor on the street and one the most interesting things I’ve ever encountered on the road--father and son joggers picking up trash as they ran. Their method may not be the norm, but Keokuk streets, sidewalks, homes and businesses all exhibited a high degree of community pride. It’s a clean and friendly place. Running by the river was grand, but I really enjoy puttering along in Keokuk. I just felt good.

Enjoy the United States. Run.

Tom