here are a few ways to travel to our wedding, and there many hotels in Chicago. If our wedding was in Eureka, Nevada, there would only be one road and two hotels... but we will get to that in a moment.
There are two airports in Chicago, Midway International Airport and O'Hare International Airport. You can take a train from each airport to downtown. The trip is about 30 minutes from Midway and about 1 hour from O'Hare. View the Chicago Transit Authority Map. You can also take a taxi from either airport to the hotel. The fare from Midway will be approximately $25 and the fare from O'Hare is around $40.
Amtrak trains arrive at Union Station. The station is only a few blocks from the hotel. The taxi fare from the station to the hotel is around $5.
Union Station
225 South Canal Street
Chicago, IL 60606
Make an Amtrak Reservation
UPDATE: Please make your reservations at the Crowne Plaza Chicago Metro by December 17, 2010. If you are staying at the hotel on the night of December 30 or January 1 the AAA rate may be cheaper than our group rate.
The group rate for the Crowne Plaza Chicago Metro is $149/night for both January 30th and 31st. Rooms are available under the Brinkoetter/Schum party
Crowne Plaza Chicago Metro
733 West Madison Street
Chicago, IL 60661
(312) 829-5000
Make a Reservation
Parking at the Crowne Plaza is valet only, and available for $36/night. There are also several public parking lots in the area. View a list of nearby parking options.
We trekked west across the country to California in the summer of 2007. A wildfire halted our progress just outside Carlin, Nevada. We were anxious to continue our journey, so we decided to cut south toward US-50 and follow its path across the state. We soon realized our detour was going to force us to stay the night somewhere in the deserts of Nevada.
We pulled into Eurkea at sunset and stopped at the Best Western; the only hotel in town worth staying at. They were full for the night, so we decided to press on rather than test our luck at the Jackson House Hotel & Salon; the historic and slightly creepy second option. We were only a few minutes down the empty desert highway when a large elk jumped into our path. We took this as a sign that we were done for the evening and reluctantly checked into the Jackson. We slept that night with one eye open. The next morning we gathered our belongings, said goodbye to that odd slice of history, and headed back onto US-50, the Loneliest Road in America.
