Heading to
our next destination, I was delighted to have my first ever sighting of an Amish
horse and buggy. So excited, I did not
think to snap a picture until they had rounded the corner and were out of
sight. It was a covered buggy, just like in the movies! (And as illustrated on this sign).
The second
sighting was an open buggy. Mark told me
they do not like to have their pictures taken, so I snapped one from behind.
As we
passed, I looked closely, expecting a gentleman with a long beard, all dressed
in black with a black top hat. Instead it was a young man dressed in a stylish
plaid dress shirt, with a straw hat like you would see Bob Hope wear. He had
his head down, so I knew he was avoiding eye contact, but I could not make my eyes look away. I know I had a HUGE smile on my face because I could feel the happiness
exploding inside me. Then suddenly, his head still down, he turned slightly in
my direction and gave me the sweetest smile. I thought I’d die. <happy
sigh>
As we
entered the town where our next destination was located, Benson’s Campground,
just outside of Dundee, WI, we noticed some interesting signage.
Pig
wrestling? Really? Had we had made a wrong turn? Were
we still in Wisconsin?
As we drove
through the campground to find our site, we could hear a banjo playing. Yep, we must have made a wrong turn.
And lucky
us, our site was right next to the huge group of banjo playing, loud partying, fighting,
whisky drinking folk.
But hey, no
thunder and lightning!
The next day
Mark went to a funeral for a college friend. I was sick so I stayed behind.
I happened
to look out the window, and one of the teens from that large group camping next
to us, had broken loose from his fellow campers and was heading my way. Looked like he was having fits
or something; all I could think of was he must be on drugs. He was flailing his arms in the air, fighting invisible demons – then he broke out into a full on kicking
and punching fit.
I locked my
door.
About an
hour later I took Cotye out for potties. Within 3 minutes, I was swinging and
slapping at the air myself, and Cotye joined right in, spinning in circles and biting at the air too!
That kid wasn’t
having fits - He was defending himself.
Damn deer
flies; they are worse than mosquito’s!
The
following day was the 20th and my birthday. I was still feeling
blah, but we bugged out and headed to the Wisconsin Dells.
Too woozy for a boat
tour, zip-lining, and water park - we instead drove around and saw the sights. If you love outdoor
action (and don’t mind a gazillion tourists) this is a good place to come.
Even though
I was sick, I still managed to get a bit of fishing in. Biggest fish I ever
caught!
Mark was
surprisingly NOT jealous of my catch (he usually is!)…he even indulged me with a
photo. After all, it was my birthday.
As we headed
back to the RV, the sky was black above us and very threatening. But I think,
after all these storms that have been chasing us this trip, I finally have the
answer:
YOU HAVE TO THREATEN THOSE SKIES RIGHT BACK!
Back at the RV, I stood outside and waved my fists at the sky, screeching out a few threats of
my own!
Not only did
the storm pass by us on the right, but the neighbors all went inside and the entire campground was quiet all night!
Today we are
heading to Dresser, WI where we are spending the night on the property of
family. They even have a 30-amp hook-up awaiting us. Looking forward to spending time with Dan,
Keri, Ray and Dorothy where good food and laughter are always in abundance!
