Original Post: July 19, 2015
It wasn’t as though we weren’t already on vacation, but somehow it just didn’t feel like it when we were visiting someplace we’d seen before.
Day two was the start of the real excitement for me, and the beginning of the “real” vacation. I couldn’t wait to see the miles we’d cover and all of the things we’d see.
As it turned out, the things we would see were generally limited to this:
Okay, so we basically passed farm after farm. The pastoral land was beautiful (though nothing new to those of us who live in Pennsylvania), but the overcast skies were a bit of a downer.
When we finally neared St. Louis, my excitement began to rise despite the clouds that threatened to suffocate us. The famed Arch is The Gateway to the West and though it’s a manmade landmark, the sight of it rising above the mighty Mississippi River was highly anticipated.
The Jefferson National Expansion Monument (as the pamphlets proclaim this to actually be) has a history far longer than I want to delve into. (Or than you actually want to read, I’m sure. If you really wanted to read about it, you’d be Googling that right now and not reading a travel blog…) According to the pamphlet, “The Gateway Arch is a memorial site where you can contemplate the epic mass-migration and settlement of the American West during the 1800s. Thomas Jefferson estimated that it might take 1,000 generations for Americans to fully extend across the vast continent. Instead, in fewer than 90 years what Americans called the frontier had ended.”
Oddly enough, it wasn’t here that I really contemplated the westward movement of settlers through the country, which is sort of ironic since it’s the entire reason the monument exists. For me, that speculation would come later.
After we arrived at the hotel (with a fabulous view of the Arch right from our room), we went straight to the Arch to arrange a ride to the top on the tram. “Are you claustrophobic?” the ticket agent asked us. “Do you have a fear of heights?” she said. Hmmm. I wasn’t either of these, but it’s amazing how quickly you reconsider things when asked questions like these.
The next open tram ride was scheduled for 6:25 pm and it was only 3. Wait, what? 3? Oh! We passed through a time zone and didn’t even know it. Sweet way to gain an hour in the day. And what did we do with it? Napped. Yep.
When we finally did head to the Arch for our tram ride, we quickly discovered that we could have stayed in the hotel an extra hour. One of the two trams was closed and the line for the other was looped through the lobby multiple times. We sorely regretted not having stopped for dinner first.
We finally made it to the waiting area for the tram and watched as a couple of teenage girls balked last minute as soon as they saw what they’d be riding in. What did it look like? Like this:
It was a bit cozy to say the least. A 4-minute ride 630 ft to the top and then we were able to appreciate 360 degrees of spectacular views. If you ever have the chance to do it (and you’re not claustrophobic or afraid of heights), take the ride! It’s worth it.
Off to a fabulous dinner at Carmine’s Steakhouse with my dinner date, who got himself pretty loopy on a German chocolate cake martini while waiting for dinner to be served.
Excellent food, excellent company, and then we were on our way back to the Arch for some evening photos. I’m glad we ventured out again, tired though we were, because that’s when we got the most spectacular shots.
I know, I know. How many photos can one person take of a big metal manmade structure? If I count all of the ones I deleted, I think probably 284, but no one’s really counting. It seemed that every time I was finished taking photos and we were ready to retire for the night, I’d look back and see another angle or different lighting that made me want to try all over again.
It was a great “real” first evening of our vacation and I went to bed that night looking forward to traveling into new territory, places I’d never seen and would soon have the chance to photograph! Bring on Day 3!