The Road trip…and much better idea, Part 2
No matter how many times I visit South Bend, surprisingly I never run out of things to see in the Michiana region. I find this probably holds true for any region of the USA if you look hard enough, as there are interesting things to see in just about every corner of the country. This most recent jaunt proved better than most, so I thought I’d share a few of the newfound discoveries.
When I left South bend on a dreary gray Sunday afternoon, I headed north with my destination the next significant city…Kalamazoo, Michigan. My first stop on the way was the small hamlet of Cassopolis. Like many Midwest towns, the cool old-fashioned Main Street was lined with half-vacant stores that had no doubt seen better days many years ago. But one of them was perfectly restored to its 1960’s glory, the local Sinclair Station. Like stepping back in time, someone went to great efforts to restore what once was; the office seemed right out of my earliest childhood memories.
My next stop was a small graveyard on the outskirts of town which houses the Iven C. Kincheloe Memorial. Who is Iven C. Kincheloe, you ask? Only the first human being ever to visit space, a pretty darn big bragging right, even if he is long forgotten to most. In a nutshell, Iven was a Southern Michigan farm boy fascinated by flight, who went on to study Aeronautical Engineering at Purdue University in the late 1940’s. One of his good friends and classmate there was none other than Neil Armstrong, he of the first-man-on-the-moon fame. Both men followed similar career paths, becoming test pilots after graduating. Iven also went on to earn many honors and attained Ace status after flying more than one hundred successful missions during the Korean War.
In 1956, Kincheloe flew the Bell X-2 rocket-powered aircraft to an altitude never before attained by a human being, shattering the then-record altitude of 90,000’ by climbing to more than 126,000’, well past the established barrier of our atmosphere and into the regime of Space. At that height, the Earth’s curvature is clearly evident, the sky above is nearly black, and Iven was even weightless for nearly a minute, although he later said he barely perceived it, being so tightly restrained in the confining aircraft. After his successful flight, he was dubbed by the media as the First Spaceman. It is very likely that Iven would have become one of America’s first astronauts and that he would have continued on to further similar accomplishments like his moon-landing friend Neil, had his life not been tragically taken in a horrific crash of another jet aircraft he was test piloting just two years later in 1958. Iven C. Kincheloe had just turned thirty years old and left behind a wife, a son and a daughter born two months after his passing. Forgotten by most, Cassopolis, Michigan has remembered her loyal son.
Spending that night in Kalamazoo, I awoke the next morning excited to visit my long-awaited destination of the Gilmore Auto Museum. It is located in Hickory Corners, which really is little more than a small intersection in Southern Michigan farm country, or more aptly put, it is in the proverbial middle of nowhere. The museum complex sits on 90-acres that form one of the corners at the lone intersection and is composed of a collection of old barns reconstructed on the site, as well as newer buildings built to resemble vintage showrooms, fifteen structures housing cars in all. The actual collection of automobiles housed on the property is downright mind-boggling. I will keep it short on superlatives, but simply stress that if you are a fan of automobiles in any capacity, immediately add this place to your bucket list. It is that kind of good.
To my surprise, the Gilmore Auto Museum has existed for five decades, this year being the 50th anniversary of the collection being opened to the public, yet it remains off the radar to most. It was founded by Mr. Donald Gilmore, the retired CEO of drug-maker Upjohn Pharmaceutical, developers of the familiar Xanax, Motrin, and Rogaine. The Gilmore Auto Museum has grown substantially over the years and is now considered America’s Signature Collection, their advertising tagline that really does fit the bill. Bucket List. I’ll simply leave it at that.
The next day, I headed in Battle Creek, Michigan, the home of the Kellogg’s cereal empire. I stopped first at the arboretum on the outskirts of town and found an interesting collection of art in an area where a new amphitheater had recently been installed. Rather than simply clear the necessary trees, local artists were allowed to turn them into artworks, a neat idea. Later upon reaching town, I dined at Clara’s on the River in the re-purposed 1888 Michigan Central Depot that still sports the magnificent woodworking and stained glass that graced train travelers over a century ago. The train tracks along the river have long been removed, but walkways overlooking the river and the downtown district are the new favored mode of transport.
Battle Creek was also an important stop on the Underground Railroad and the town celebrates that legacy with a massive statue of Sojourner Truth, probably the 19th century’s most famous American woman of color. She lived out her remaining years in the area and is buried nearby. (I stepped into the second photo so you have a sense of the massive statue’s scale.)
Leaving Battle Creek brought me back to Kalamazoo’s Air Zoo, the state of Michigan’s largest aviation museum. This attraction was built in 2004, subsequent to my last visit to Kalamazoo. Being an avid aviation buff, I was incredibly impressed with the substantial museum. The main gallery is a massive room ringed by the largest single mural in the world, measuring 28’ high by more than 800’ long, nearly three football fields. It was painted by a famed aviation artist local to the area, Rick Herter, and was finished in an incredible 18-months. The mural features some of the finest large-scale aviation renderings I have ever seen.
The museum’s collection of aircraft is top notch, ranging from the world’s fastest plane, the SR-71 Blackbird, to an airplane I used to work on, the F-14 Tomcat, to my personal favorite, an F-2 Grumman Wildcat. It is my favorite simply because that plane design was famously assembled in the converted General Motors Plant in my hometown of Linden, New Jersey.
In 2012, an F-2 Grumman Wildcat was fished out of Lake Michigan after crashing during a 1944 training flight from Chicago’s Navy Pier. It spent the next 68 years two hundred feet below the surface of the great lake. A team of volunteers is painstakingly restoring the remains of that plane to make it museum-worthy. One of the older volunteers working on the project was confused when I explained to him the direct lineage of my own Aerospace Engineering degree to that very plane he was restoring. Growing up hearing my father’s exciting boyhood tales of watching the newly assembled Wildcats as they rolled off the assembly line to fly for the first time at Linden Airport across the street, inspired my interest in flight that continues to this very day. I was even more excited when shown the recovered smashed fuel tank from the Wildcat that still sports the stenciled Linden Plant designation.
Finally, it was back to Chicago, a city hoping to be joyfully abuzz with October World Series baseball for the first time in more than a century, but alas, for as much as I wish I could catch a game at Wrigley, it was time for me to head home and start researching my next road trip.