#2 travelogue UP THE ROAD… 1/25/06
That’s where you’ll find us, here are the directions. From I-80 take I–39 north for 5 hours at 80 mph. You’ll come upon the Oneida County line where woods and waters meet. In the past it took flatlanders, tourist, 8 to 9 hours driving time to make it to the north woods.
A few years back, the boys in Madison spend a few billion dollars building 4 laners and by-passes to avoid several dozen cowtowns including our capital, Cheeseville, USA.
The four lane road drops down to two lanes then to a gravel road before hitting the first and only stop light in northern Wisconsin. The first indication that you’re here is that the road stops.
Before checking into one of our fine resorts or hotels, you’ll want to check your calendar. If by chance it’s October or later in the year, you may want to reconsider your sanity and head back the way you came.
Our Chamber produced a lovely color brochure listing many exciting activities you can get involved in. The brochure is like going on a Carnival Cruise depicting great family activities…. First we start with morning GO-Carting and finish the day in the evening GO-carting under lights.
It’s a magical kingdom without magic…. However, we have great trees, sunsets and lakes that are filled with jumbo bluegill minnows. You’ll need to stop at a sports shop for a fishing license costing 80 bucks then hire an experienced guide, another 250 bucks. I can help you with that for I know someone long on experience. But first we or nature has to melt a foot of lake ice…..
This is the second in a series of four travelogues, oh did you miss the first? So did I…
posted by Up North @ 6:42 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
When our father's drove from the flatlands to the northwoods, we were told it took two days. My father said he and his father slept under the car of their Model T since the trip took two days in the 1920's. I never believed him, about how they slept that is, since I don't think he was the type. But, since he hung around with your father, there's a thread of BS ("yes Jim, we caught that world record walleye in Lake 17, and it was quite a battle") that runs deep, eh?
When we were children, it took us 12 hours to drive from the flatlands to the northwoods. It was a long boring drive going thru all the small towns between Chicago and there. Elgin, Rockford, Beloit, Whitewater, (stop for lunch please!......I gotta pee!....how much longer?......are we there yet?...Stop for dinner!)finally the bridge and the tall tower of white arrow-shaped signs. When do we have to go back???????
Go carts? Well we were much older by then.......perhaps 13! Tom should know the Magic Spot well since he was trampoline king. There were other activities like "boat tag". (And no, I'm not talking about the hydrodyne). This was an activity you participated in when it was foggy. You and (ahem) somone, would row your boat out to the lake (no lights allowed) until the "it" person caught you, and repeat. It was fun, but someone (aka, "the wolf") seemed to do other things than participate in the game and was "never caught".........Where's Tom and Betty??????? But, I digress.
Now what's with the "gravel"? No comprende.
Young Mr Fry... there were gravel roads in Wisconsin (and still are) more so than paved) Mr Tom would use them in the evenings, (past mid night) for site seeing.
As for fish storie, there are many, some may be the topic of future blogs, that is if if can't come up with something better I.E>/> canoe trips and such...
This young man Tom must have been a wonderful lad, who both of you, apparently, looked up to and admired. I am sure that he was a humble sort, never braggin about knowing one of the top waterskiing doulbes acts of all time or knowing one of the largest muskys ever caught around Finnerudes Point. He did hear snoring on the trestle one night and Asked Sheffiff Woobker where Rory was. Alas, now he is probably older and wiser and would not think of reacting viciously to innuendos
Post a Comment
<< Home