Northeast Wisconsin and Door County

We camped at Shawano Lake a couple times this summer while we attended family and class reunions in Gillett.  Sunset over the lake was lovely.

Gillett High School class of ’66.

Peninsula State Park near Fish Creek in Door County is one of our favorites.

We drove to Gill’s Rock at the northern point of the Door and parked the truck while we took the tandem bike on the ferry over to Washington Island.  We biked six miles to the other side of the island and locked up the bike while we took the next ferry to Rock Island State Park, a no vehicle, no services lovely spot of wilderness in the waters of Lake Michigan.  We hiked a few miles along the shore and ate a lunch we packed in. 

 

 A Chicago industrialist of Icelandic heritage owned the island at one time and built a fabulous Icelandic boathouse with a great room above, now used as a museum.  I love this place.

We took the ferry back, rode the bike six miles back to the other ferry, and stopped for a much needed chocolate malt and turtle sundae.  We were exhausted when we got back to the camper, but we did make it to the Folklore Theater in the State Park to see one of their funny, original, Door County based plays.

 Unlike most people who visit Door County, we did not enter a single shop. Yaaaay!!!

Madison, Wisconsin's Capitol

Wisconsin’s Capitol building is one of the most beautiful in the country.   I had not toured it for a long time.  My college friend Char and I spent the day admiring the building and what it has stood for in years past.  Now it was a reminder of Wisconsin gone bad.  We let life get in the way of coming here to show support and came a day late.  The legislature passed an unbelievably draconian budget the night before.  It was sad to see the legislative chambers and think about what had happened there.

We are Wearing Red for Public Ed, of course.  It was ironic to see the statue called “Wisconsin” (upper right) which is supposed to represent the state motto of Forward when Wisconsin has become a national symbol of going backward.

We did enjoy the Solidarity Sing-along at noon, the fourteenth week people have gathered to protest in song, only 100-125 people today.  The volunteer band delighted everyone including these little guys who danced along.

The Raging Grannies

One of the songs:

This land is your land;

This land is my land,

From Lake Geneva to Madeline Island

From the rolling prairies

To our lovely dairies

Wisconsin was made for you and me.

In the squares of the city

In the shadow of the steeple

In the Capitol,

I see my people,

And some are grumblin’

And some are wonderin’

If this land’s still made for you and me.

And another:

First they came for the unions,
Saying that you should have less

Business needs more, you people aren’t poor

Stop whining; buck up like the rest.

And then they came for the children,

Hard to believe but it’s true.

Schools and good health

Might take from their wealth,

So tell me what are you gonna do?

Scotty, we’re coming for you!

For so long we’ve all been asking

How come people aren’t more upset?

They’re selling our clout and tuning us out.

They’re not treating us with respect.

So tell me, what are we gonna do?

Scotty, we’re coming for you!

Signs in and around the Capitol

Orlando in May playing nanny

We just had two wonderful weeks in Orlando babysitting Basil (nearly 4) and Levi (21 months).  I don’t know how their nanny Chris can do it alone every day; we have to double-team the boys.  They are lively, smart, and loads of fun.  Gramps is one of their favorite people; he played with them almost constantly and walked them in the double stroller on his daily two mile walks.  That usually had to be in the morning because the weather was unbearably hot much of the time.

Basil was our little helper with Levi who is entering the terrible twos.  The plants along the garage wall had been discarded, so Basil picked out new flowers and helped us plant them. 

Wekiwa Springs State Park is our home most winters when we camp-host there, so it felt like home-coming to go for a day—walking the campground, hiking trails with the boys in the jogging stroller, and swimming in the springs.  Levi loves water; he screamed “No!” when we tried to get him out.

Leu Gardens is just around the corner from Tara’s house, so we walked a couple hours there too one day.   The boys managed to get very wet in one of the fountains.  I let Basil use my camera; he took 176 pictures.  A few turned out very well.  (Levi’s scabbed nose was from one of many trips and falls.)

You just have not seen sports until you have watched a soccer game of 3 and 4 year-olds.  Sometimes there were five players in the goal watching the ball come, but most of the time the ball simply missed the goal.  Sometimes they tried to get the ball into the goal of the next game over.

Basil about to take the ball.

Tara and Stephen have always taken the boys for a walk around the neighborhood after dinner.  Basil made us line up on the white line at stop signs while he checked if a car was coming.  He took this picture.

We went on a family field trip to Sarasota our last weekend there to the Ringling Circus Museum and the beach.   Basil and his daddy both loved the big Ringling family train car named the Wisconsin.  The Ringlings  were from Baraboo after all.  Basil took the picture of Tara and me with one of the circus wagons.   It is a wonderful place—allow a whole day if you go.

Banyon trees are amazing with the roots coming down from the lateral branches.

The boys loved the surf on the beach.

I have a new name:  Jeamma.  Levi couldn’t say Grandma, but one day Jeamma came out of his mouth.  Maybe he heard Don and Stephen calling me Jean.  Jeamma stuck; they both call me that now.  Next winter we will work on Gramps.  That one is harder to say.

We miss them already.

The Best of the West

Here are some memorable aspects of our winter in the Southwest: the superlatives.

First a couple disappointments:

No cactus blooming.  I guess winter is not the right time, and we kept moving north as the southern deserts moved into spring. 

Environmental concerns: Smog from Los Angeles reaching all the way to Death Valley and the Grand Canyon.

The worst thing, of course, was rolling into Quartzsite, literally.  I never for one second thought we should give up this lifestyle after the accident.  I couldn’t wait for new wheels and to get back on the road.  But it was actually harder than I expected.  I am still tense driving mountains, especially going down.  I get little flashbacks whenever I have to move over for a vehicle parked on the side of the road, because that is what caused the fish-tail and roll-over.  The new rig is solid, the truck stable—we love both, but I am still a bit edgy driving.

Now in no particular order, here are the best.

THE BRIGHTEST STARRY SKIES  Big Bend National Park in Texas.  I haven’t seen the Milky Way light up the sky like that since I was a kid—and even then not as bold and bright as this.

THE MOST AWESOME DUNES  White Sands National Monument in New Mexico.  They are eerily beautiful.

THE BEST VOLUNTEER JOB   Habitat for Humanity in Las Cruces, NM,  It was so organized; we felt productive; and we met the greatest people there. 

THE BEST HAPPY HOURS  Gathering in the camper lot at Las Cruces, sharing the Habitat work of the day, ideas of where to go next, people’s favorite munchies (we still had Wisconsin cheese then) and Habitat memories of former builds with people who had worked in the same places with the same people.

THE BEST MOUNTAIN REFUGE  Chiracahua National Monument in southeastern Arizona where Cochise wandered with the Apache.

THE COOLEST OLD WEST TOWN  Tombstone, Arizona.  It was so much fun to see the Birdcage Theater and Boothill and get the flavor of Wyatt Earp and all the rest.

THE BEST CAMPGROUND  I asked Don, knowing the answer:  Tucson Mountain Park with saguaro in our campsite, coyotes barking at night, biking around the backroads, “purple mountains’ majesty” sunsets, the Desert Museum and Saguaro National Park just up the road.

MOST UNUSUAL CAMPGROUND  Estrella Mountain Park near Phoenix where we parked next to the vacant rodeo arena and plugged our cord into an electric box near the public bathroom.

THE BEST MUSEUM  Jean:  Arizona State Museum on the U of A campus in Tucson with its soul-searching look at Native American life.   Don:  The Birdcage Theater in Tombstone because everything was original and still there untouched, even the eight-year-long poker game.

THE BEST ANGEL OF MERCY  The steamroller Roy who helped us so much right after the accident with everything.  I like to be in control, not steamrolled, but Roy was a Godsend in getting us settled.  He was a sweetheart.

THE FAVORITE DESERT PLANT  Hmmm.  Saguaro? Joshua tree? The green palo verde tree?  No, I think it was the pink prickly pear.  Don says the saguaro.

THE BEST NATIVE AMERICAN ANCESTRAL DWELLINGS Jean:  Tuzigoot on a hilltop in central Arizona, a complex built by the Sinagua people.  They also utilized the nearby Montezuma’s Well, a lovely deep spring in the mountains.  Don:  Gila Cliff Dwellings where we actually walked through the walled-in cave rooms high on the mountainside.

FUNNIEST SHOW  Marilyn Monroe in the Las Vegas Legends show where she pulled a random man from the audience whose name turned out to be Dick.  She sat on his lap, running her fingers through his bald spot and called him Dickie.

MOST EXPENSIVE PLACE  Las Vegas—who can afford to spend time there?

BEST BARGAIN  Listening to the time-share presentation for free Cirque du Soleil tickets and a dinner voucher.

THE MOST SNOW  Bryce Canyon

THE MOST GORGEOUS CANYON  Jean:  Bryce.  The colors, the hoodoos, the 100 mile views, the exhilaration of actually hiking at 8,000-9,000 feet.  Don:  Canyonlands where we could see snow-covered mountaintops and deep cuts down to the rivers.

MOST AMAZING NATURAL WONDER  Don:  Landmark Arch, 306 feet long in Arches National Park.  Jean:  the salt flat in Death Valley.

THE ONLY PLACE WHERE WE DIDN’T SAY, “IT IS NICE TO VISIT, BUT I WOULD NOT WANT TO LIVE THERE.”  Sedona, Arizona, for the hikes, the red rocks, the trees, just the wildness of it.  Of course, we would never be able to afford to live there; it is expensive.  But it is really a gorgeous place.

THE BEST SCENIC DRIVE  The Apache Trail to Tortilla Flat in the Superstition Mountains of Arizona was beautiful, thrilling and just plain fun.  All the national parks had wonderful scenic drives—Big Bend, White Sands, Chiracahua, Saguaro, Joshua Tree, Petrified Forest, Grand Canyon, Death Valley, Zion, Bryce, Arches, Canyonlands.

THE LOVELIEST SUNSET  There were so many.  It takes some clouds, some mountains and the desert.

THE BEST HIKE  I can’t really answer that with just one.  There were so many times I said, “What a fabulous hike!”  Sedona’s Cibola Pass, the Catwalk in the Gila Wilderness with cousin Gord, White Sands, Chiracahua, Superstition Mountains, Bryce, the salt flat in Death Valley.

THE BEST WEEK OF THE WINTER  Our time with Marie and Gord.  It was so great to spend time with them.

AND FINALLY—Don has been saying we should make a list of the times that we were protected from danger, that things worked out just too well for coincidence, that God was watching out for us despite the bad things happening.

No one was hurt in our accident despite us rolling the camper across both lanes of I 10

We found the perfect truck with a super-duty factory tow package even though there was only one truck dealer within 90 miles.  This truck even has tow mode which does engine braking!  Wow, is that nice!  Unfortunately, we found today that Don is going to have to move his garage workbench to get this monster in the garage.

We found the majority of our belongings in the wreck.

Our angel of mercy, Roy the Steamroller, appeared like magic the day after the accident to take care of us.

When loose wires caused brake malfunction on the new rig, it happened only in out of the way places where we could not get hit even though we drove several hours on I 70 that day in between incidents.

Our second angel of mercy, Jason, appeared like magic at Car Quest to diagnose and fix the brake problem.

We had a sunny day to cross Colorado after truckers had been required to use chains in the morning snow on I 70 over Vail Pass (10,617 feet) and the Eisenhower Tunnel (11,158 feet).

We are home, safe, thanking God for a fabulously beautiful place He has created for humankind.