Holy cow, the trip was sooo worth it. The House on the Rock is alive and waiting for you in Wisconsin, just a few hours drive from Chicago. The full-on self-guided walking tour took us about four hours. There were several moments that took me to my knees; truly, they were WTF moments like no other.
The man responsible for the glory, the grandeur, and the horror of the House on the Rock is Alex Jordan. He's akin to Walt Disney, Walter Knott and Frank Lloyd Wright for building his fantastical dreams and making them a reality. Jordan seems to have been quite a showman and a huckster as well. If building one bare-breasted-mannequin-angel and hanging it over the world's largest carousel (80' diameter!) wasn't enough, he'd add a hundred bare-breasted-mannequin-angels and hang them over the world's largest carousel (still 80' diameter).
I won't be able to explain the things I saw at House on the Rock and photographing them is next to impossible. Not only is it dim inside the house, but it's covered over in layer upon layer of stuff. Trying to photograph the whole cannot be done and trying to explain what it was you just saw is just as impossible.
The House on the Rock is like walking into a Miyazaki nightmare. You can definitely hear Alex Jordan and the living, breathing entity that is the House on the Rock, laughing at you throughout your journey. If you haven't experienced it for yourself, you must go. Really. Go!
House on the Rock - The Resort l The Attraction l The Inn