The Door to Death County, Wisconsin
Door County, WI is actually named so because of the numerous shipwrecks and dangerous waters around the peninsula--the French called it "Porte des Morts" which became Death's Door, which became Door County, WI, tourist playground.
My girlfriend Sarah and I left on Thursday night, around 7:30, and promptly missed our entrance onto the highway out of Chicago. Now, missing an entrance is nothing to write a blog-post about, but later we missed the city of Sheboygan, which seems like the kind of thing one should notice. We rolled into our campground around 1:30, found our (permanent) yurt, and fell asleep in the total night of the Wisconsin woods.
After that, it becomes a blur--sleeping in, being bitten by mosquitoes, trying to see a nice sunset. We saw a play in an amphitheater in a state park, went out on a paddle-boat (I rolled up my pants and got sunburns on my shins), had a fish boil (a DC regional cookout-turned-tourist attraction: fresh fish, potatoes, and onions are boiled together, and then the boil-chef throws kerosene on the fire, causing a big fireball, and the water to boil over, taking with it the fish oil at the top of the water), had breakfast at a Scandinavian place with a sod roof and goats on it, took a ferry out to Washington Island where we saw an ostrich farm and a stavkirke and had coffee at a place that we're sure is run by Chicagoans. The most disappointing part of the trip--but hilariously so--was our long trip to the non-town of Little Sturgeon which was holding its town festival, even though it's not really much of a town.
We came back to Chicago Monday, I spent the next 12 hours typing up some chapter summaries for my dissertation proposal, and went to bed at 6 am. Today I rode my bike to the grocery store, and on the way back, was hit (sideswiped) by a car. I'm fine, it's just that my left leg is a little black-and-blue, but since it started out pink-and-red with sunburn, it pretty much looks tan-and-white, so you can hardly tell. But what a great way to be welcomed back to Chicago!
So, what have you guys been up to?
My girlfriend Sarah and I left on Thursday night, around 7:30, and promptly missed our entrance onto the highway out of Chicago. Now, missing an entrance is nothing to write a blog-post about, but later we missed the city of Sheboygan, which seems like the kind of thing one should notice. We rolled into our campground around 1:30, found our (permanent) yurt, and fell asleep in the total night of the Wisconsin woods.
After that, it becomes a blur--sleeping in, being bitten by mosquitoes, trying to see a nice sunset. We saw a play in an amphitheater in a state park, went out on a paddle-boat (I rolled up my pants and got sunburns on my shins), had a fish boil (a DC regional cookout-turned-tourist attraction: fresh fish, potatoes, and onions are boiled together, and then the boil-chef throws kerosene on the fire, causing a big fireball, and the water to boil over, taking with it the fish oil at the top of the water), had breakfast at a Scandinavian place with a sod roof and goats on it, took a ferry out to Washington Island where we saw an ostrich farm and a stavkirke and had coffee at a place that we're sure is run by Chicagoans. The most disappointing part of the trip--but hilariously so--was our long trip to the non-town of Little Sturgeon which was holding its town festival, even though it's not really much of a town.
We came back to Chicago Monday, I spent the next 12 hours typing up some chapter summaries for my dissertation proposal, and went to bed at 6 am. Today I rode my bike to the grocery store, and on the way back, was hit (sideswiped) by a car. I'm fine, it's just that my left leg is a little black-and-blue, but since it started out pink-and-red with sunburn, it pretty much looks tan-and-white, so you can hardly tell. But what a great way to be welcomed back to Chicago!
So, what have you guys been up to?