I believe I posted about The House on the Rock some time last year. It's become an American roadside attraction but was originally just a bizarre house that a man named Alex Jordan built on a sixty-foot rock in the 1940s. He kept adding to it, each room featuring plenty of bizarre things to look at. It is in Wisconsin, which means I will only have to travel through three states to get there. Only three states, I say, as though it won't seem like all fifty with my very energetic toddler in the backseat trying to burst through her car seat's five-point harness.
But today I found a great reason to go ahead and plan this trip. Neil Gaiman, one of my favorite authors (Sandman, Anansi Boys, Coraline) announced that he will be having a weekend there, to celebrate the fact that his book American Gods has scenes based there. (The indoor carousel that leads to the netherworld, in case you haven't read the book. Not just any carousel, but the World's Largest!) Lets' see. Neil Gaiman, The House on the Rock, the two days before Halloween: perfection. How can I miss it? I hope I don't! I have to start planning now.
Here are some photos I found around the Web to give you an idea of what this strange place is like.
