Ya of little hope… 1/11

This isn’t butt busting news, nor a blog that will effect anyone other than several dozen people but… for many a year we would travel way down our backwood's road out to a place called the Willow Haven on the Willow Flowage. The Fowage is a body of water created by a dam in the Tomahawk River. It a very remote place in the winter gotten to by snowmobile or by slow moving cars on icy roads.

Most of the area on the way the is either owned by the paper companies or the state and the drive is back to nature. Yet, on the flowage's southern shore years ago a family built a restaurant. The Haven was a place where we’d enjoy an evening out. It had great food and a western sunset over the water that had you hooked for a day, a week or a month…. but like all ‘super clubs’ after many a year it got very old for the owners and the place closed last summer, a sad moment.

But praises be! the place was purchased by new blood and from what I’ve heard it’s better than it was? So boy and girls of little hope we were just rewarded and one of our favorite haunts is now back on the map.

This of course will require a mass outing of the masses at the first possible date. Join me with knife and fork.

Today’s thought,
"Years on the job have little to do with experience."