Galena, Illinois: A Trip You Both Can Love
Time to go solo
That afternoon, Teri and I wave goodbye before parting ways for a couple of hours. She heads to Galena Beads, where she picks tiny pieces from hundreds of boxes holding millions of beads, then threads them into a bracelet. "I love it because it's instant gratification," she says later. "In an hour, I have jewelry."
In the same time, I tour Grant's house, then pull my mountain bike from the car rack and burn off seven miles of energy on a forest trail along the Galena River.