The site was pretty cool. The most awesome thing about it is that it's there and the owners of the land have decided to maintain it as a free-admission site for baseball lovers, movie buffs and tourists from everywhere. There's a souvenir shop packed with reasonably priced items and if you bring a bat and ball (we didn't), you can hit on the field.

We had a slight adventure getting there; Mr. Jason decided that paved, named roads are unnecessary and took us down a dusty gravel trail to our destination. I am not sure about Shalar but I felt pretty certain we were going to end up in the middle of nowhere with J declaring, "You have arrived at your destination!" This is basically what happened, but past experience with Jason told me to drive on a bit and sure enough, around the bend or up the hill or whatever it was, we found our goal.

There were a few other people there when we visited, including a child wearing a cap bearing the insignia of ... the Washington Nationals! I asked an adult male accompanying this child if he was a Nats fan or if this was random, as I was decked out in my Nats gear for the contest against the Twins that night. The father/uncle/brother/kidnapper/whatever he was said they have friends in Maryland who always bring the kid Nats hats. So, yeah, random.

Anyway, when you're in northeast Iowa, and I know most of you often are, the Field of Dreams site is definitely worth a detour.