That’s Wisconsin. Specifically, Beaver Lake, just southeast of Hayward– also home to the Lumberjack World Championships and the National Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame/60’s time warp/2-story tall fiberglass Muskellunge. My father’s grandfather built a cabin on this lake in 1940, and every summer when I was a kid, we’d go up for a couple of weeks to live out of a tent, get introduced to relatives, swim, run around, read, nap, eat…
It’s the most wonderful spot on Earth.
I’m headed up for the big three-year reunion this weekend (complete with a who’s-this-relative? quiz), with the Gentleman Friend, a tent, and a box of books in my car. Even with gas at $4.-, it’s cheaper to drive 1120 miles than fly, or take a bus or a train. Go go Honda Civic Hybrid!
So here’s the way I see the themes: We’ve got use of gas/travel to discuss, some major water/lake quality issues, the Magic of the Great Outdoors (this qualifies, since it hasn’t got a bathroom) (just a nicely-decorated hut with a board with a hole) to wax eloquent about, the issues of connectivity/computer hiatii to praise, and probably more. See, Wisconsin has everything! Especially cheese! Which reminds me.
I’m pretty stoked that the month of being a very good occasional vegetarian is up, since the family culinary traditions involve a) fantastic cooks and b) meat. I’ll do my very best to eat animal sparingly and vegetables like whoa, but let it be known that falling off the meat wagon is a distinct possibility at this camp. Though, what with a few loved ones favoring bizarre diets, alternatives won’t be impossible to find. I am not eating their fake cheese, though. It is not just as good as real.
So, I’ll spend the next few days exploring those ideas- it’s getting me more and more excited for this trip as I think it through- starting with a monthly goal wrap-up and new goal next time.
There’s the cabin itself- one room and a porch, and can’t you just hear the crickets and feel the peace?