A pretty waterfall located just off the road. Park along the highway. No sign to notify you of its presence.
A lovely slow drive through winding mount roads. We did it on a rainy, chilly day and it was still very enjoyable. Unfortunately, the number of park visitors stretches its capacity, and there were no parking spots available for most of the stops along the way (not to mention the one bathroom facility available -- go before you start). The Place of A Thousand Drips (a waterfall near the end of the drive) was particularly nice.
This is where local Catholics, particularly those whose families come from southern Italy, especially Sicily, construct an altar every year for the feast of St Joseph. It's something to see, though I was always told the food piled up there wasn't to be eaten. (Not sure if it was inedible or if it's because it was meant for the poor. Either way, it's something to see.)
There was a butterfly-shaped pavilion built here in the 1960s. It was torn down years ago but the name has stuck, and is what locals call the part of Audubon that runs along the river. As I recall, it's a great place to watch the sun come up.
The house was built in 1907 for the Isaacs family, which owned a local department store. It was thereafter owned by several families in succession, until bought by the Latter family and given to the city as a memorial library to honour their son Milton, who had died in the battle for Okinawa during World War II. The house is gorgeous, inside and out.
This house is privately owned. It was built in the mid 1920s & was once owned by Huey Long. It's on the National Register of Historic Places.
Located alongside the road under a high-voltage power line and surrounded by rusting protective rails, this is the marker for a bridge that was destroyed by the Texian army to help pen in the Mexican army for the battle of San Jacinto.
About what you'd expect from a 2-star motel. Could use some updating. Not as overpriced as most, these days.
This place is a dump. Sorry, but it's an absolute dump. Dirty & poorly maintained.
There is nothing left of the fort (if it was in fact a fort in the first place), It was the site of a skirmish during the American War of Independence. The building in the picture is the bath house on the shore of Lake Michigan; the historical marker for the Petit Fort (Fr: "small fort") is on the right.