"As an adventure-starved 11-year-old, I fell in love with north-central Illinois' Starved Rock State Park. I returned last fall for a story expecting a letdown. No place could be as magical as I remembered. True -- at least not immediately. But over several days, I rediscovered all of things I loved about the place one at a time. The Depression-era lodge still rambles like some sort of Midwest castle across a bluff high above the Illinois River. An evening reading in front of the common room's massive stone fireplace is worth the trip. I followed 13 miles of trails through deep woods to canyons and waterfalls. I saved for last the climb to the park's namesake rock and was awed all over again by the view of the river and treetops, splashed with color and teeming with birds -- pure magic."
-Barbara Morrow, Deputy Editor of Special Publications
Starved Rock State Park
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