August 24-Sept 5. 2017
Colorado, catching up with family, church gossip, kids, grandkids,
golfingt buddies and friends. Helped get
signs up for the Art Dague pool initiative.
John hunted, worked and played in the Labor Day golf tournament. But we were both ready to head back to the
boat.
September 6, 2017
John waited for a mechanic to show up to change out the drinking water
pump that had been overheating while I went for a nice walk up the shore. All done when I got back and John headed down
to Green Bay to visit Jeff Posey who had had surgery for a busted up leg. I headed into Sturgeon Bay to visit the
shops. There were some really nice one’s including a bookstore, a quilt shop
and lots of Door county, cherry souvenirs.
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Got the pattern for this one |
Jim and Polly came up and we went to a beautiful restaurant for the
Wednesday night German specials.
September 7, 2017
Polly cooked a “full Wisconsin” breakfast and we pulled in the lines and
headed south. We really feel like we
have turned the corner on the trip, and not any too soon. I was really cold. We turned on the heater for the first time
that night in Kewaunee.
Nice little town just about 25 miles south of Sturgeon Bay. I walked into town and stopped at a cheese
store and talked to the owner, a woman from the Netherlands. It was her husband’s dream to have a small farm
with some cows and make cheese like his grandmother in Holland. And here they were. I had a cheese tasting and decided that 18
month Gouda was really better than 3 month.
Of course I didn’t think to take here picture!
Next morning I walked into town for a latte and pastry at Anne’s coffee
house, stopped at the farmers’ market for the last corn and rasberries of the
season and at the Fish market for fresh
September 8, 2017
25 miles further we were in
Sheboygan. A bike ride around the town that
afternoon set me up for a good day the next and the aforementioned dinner
topped off a Wisconsin day.
September 9, 2017
John took off on his bicycle to find a haircut and I headed downtown for
breakfast at an amazing restaurant, Field to Fork, with a map on the wall of
all the source farms for the ingredients.
The highlight of town was an incredible museum, The Kohler Arts
Center. It specializes in “outsider art” and I would have to say that the art looked
like most of the artists were certifiable.
But I guess there often is a fine line between madness and genius. No realistic oil painting here. If fact not many paintings at all. Most of the art was 3 D and a lot was
monumental.
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This artist is the Rhinestone Cowboy and they have his whole house! |
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My favorite |
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Every bathroom was an art piece. |
Some shopping at a wonderful yarn
shop, kitchen store anu riding around the harbor that has been beautifully
restored from its warehouse and coal loading days and back the the boat for a
nap before heading out to dinner. We
decided on The Duke of Devon because it was the closest and looked interesting. It was a gastro pub to equal anything in
England!
I went to a 100 year old German church on Sunday which was one of a group of churches that had been combined. Beautiful wood carving, a huge organ that they used, a friendly congregation with lots of young people and a priest that knew when to quit.
John’s knees hadn’t been feeling
too good, but with the rest on the boat and the proximity to Kohler and
Whistling Straits he decided they felt good enough to play. We couldn’t play the US Open course because
there are no carts allowed but we played the other links course, The Irish,
which we both really liked. Our fore caddie Jordan, was great and with him
telling us where it hit the ball, and lining up our putts we both played pretty
well. And John got a hole in one!!
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John and Jordan on #13, The Irish at Whistling Straits |
Of course no moderation John decided that we should play the next day at
the Blackwolf Run course, the Rivers, where the women play the US Open. I really enjoyed that too, but John was
feeling good enough to play the second course, the Meadows there!! I drew the line and headed over to Bookworm
Gardens which I hadn’t gotten to the day before.
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Sally with the real sheep at Whistling Straits. |
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