
Illinois Scavenger Hunt
Illinois is a land shaped by water and willpower—a place where rivers once carried canoes and then cargo, where roads became rails and rails became routes to dreams. From the bluffs above the Mississippi to the glittering skyline along Lake Michigan, it is a state forged in both frontier grit and cosmopolitan aspiration.
Here, Native peoples hunted bison in the tallgrass long before statehood ever came calling. French missionaries mapped the land with quill and prayer, while fur traders built outposts destined to sprout into booming river cities. Then came the farmers, the factory hands, the free thinkers, and the freedom seekers—the people who laid the bricks, forged the steel, typed the headlines, and sang the blues into being.
This scavenger journey through Illinois is not a straight shot along a single path but rather a grand meander—like the Illinois River itself—touching grain elevators and ghost towns, jazz halls and jailhouses, steel towers and drive-in screens. We’ll pass through the courtrooms of Lincoln, the cabins of Cahokia, and the corridors of Wrigley and war.
From mimetic ketchup bottles to Bauhaus temples in the woods, from Sears kit homes to Ferris wheels reborn, Illinois has built its own version of America—not always perfect, not always kind, but endlessly striving, resilient, and dazzling in its contradictions. This is where modern architecture found its purest voice, where railroads sliced through prairies with revolutionary certainty, and where political legends—good and otherwise—rose from dusty courthouses to the White House.
So tie your shoes, fold your map, and let’s set off across the heart of America, where tall tales meet taller buildings and the wind always seems to whisper something worth remembering.
The photos and stories collected here are a fast and fun way to learn the explanations behind the quirks, the traditions and the secrets that make Illinois uniquely Illinois. Where can you find the oldest experimental field in America? Solved. Where was the last public hanging in Illinois? A mystery no more. What is the largest federal residence not named the White House? Identified. What was the first 18-hole golf course in America? Revealed. How did the Great Fire of 1871 start? No one knows.

The Long Nine schemed and made their case, To bring the statehouse to this place. With domes and stone, a noble seat, Where law and history now meet. Though Lincoln left for higher fate, His ghost still strolls this grand old state.

Its stones have seen the toughest crew— From Blues Brothers to Cagney too. A castle built to lock up crime, Now tours its halls for olden grime. Though freedom’s loss once echoed loud, Today it draws a selfie crowd.

A blacksmith fled his fiery fate And found his fortune in a state. A singing plow of polished steel Would help the heartland turn and heal. His modest shop, where sparks once flew, Now marks where farming's future grew.

A fortress tall with walls so wide, It held the skyline with its pride. Brick on brick and steel on steel, Where height met function, firm and real. Split names, split forms, yet one great feat— The past and future both compete.

They scoffed—“He’s never built a span!” Yet Eads out-bridged the greatest man. He sank caissons and forged with might Then led an elephant for spite. This steel-born arch still spans with pride, Where trains and genius once did ride.

A cottage dressed in shutters neat, Where cars and locals used to meet. Tubby Ambler filled your tank, Then pumped till '99, quite rank. The pumps are gone, but still it stands— The oldest fill on Mother’s lands.