Yup – we’re home. We weren’t supposed to check out of the RV park until Friday, but when we got up on Thursday morning and it was still raining and blowing and only 45 degrees we decided to pull up stakes and head down the road. One day of that kind of stuff I can handle, as it’s kind of nice to be cozy and warm and just relaxing in the RV. But a second day – NOT.
Then there was some discussion as to whether we were going to head home or take the southern route and stop to visit some friends in northern Iowa. When we got to Green Bay, WI we had to make the decision to turn left or to turn right. Ole decided he had to get back to his projects and his doggers, so we turned right and arrived at the homestead about 10 o’clock last night. It was an 11-hour drive with one stop to fuel up and a quick stop at an Arby’s for lunch. Otherwise it was 11 hours of motoring down the road. That’s a long day, so we were both tired.
Of course the doggers heard the rig drive by when we pulled in last night and came tearing down the driveway to our house, jumping and crying at the door because I couldn’t get it open fast enough to suit them. Then Ole was seriously attacked by both dogs, especially Beau’s tongue. Remember, Beau has the fastest tongue in the west – the Quicker Licker Upper!!
Senior Citizen Simon took all of this activity into his little kitty brain while relaxing on his chair, and then decided it was time to leave all this foolishness. He got up, stretched a long cat stretch and slowly ambled to the door and asked to be let out. It’s amazing how he never asks to go out when we’re on the road, but somehow knew we were home and it was okay for him to go outside now. I still find it amazing that he adapted to travel so well at his age. Maybe senility has set in and he doesn’t realize he’s on the road. If that’s true, he seems to be happy in his dementia (chuckle).
So – now – my opinion of Door County, Wisconsin.
I guess if you’re into art galleries, all kinds of craft shops and that sort of thing, it’s the place for you. It’s so tourist oriented that it’s hard to get a feel for what it’s really like – or I should say – what it used to be like. Everything is very expensive. We stopped at one little roadhouse one afternoon, ordered two drinks and were charged $6.75 EACH. It’s difficult to find a true “local” – someone who has lived there all of their life. Most of the residents are “imports” that have come to retire or to open a tourist-oriented business. Lots of people from Chicago and Milwaukee who, according to the local folks, are buying up property and building vacation homes with price tags of several million dollars.
I guess you could call the area quaint, but definitely not rustic. That’s why we both decided that we enjoyed the U.P. (upper peninsula of Michigan) much more than Door County. We’ll definitely go back to the U.P., but I don’t think we’ll hit Door County again.
Well, I had best get busy cleaning out the rig.
Then there was some discussion as to whether we were going to head home or take the southern route and stop to visit some friends in northern Iowa. When we got to Green Bay, WI we had to make the decision to turn left or to turn right. Ole decided he had to get back to his projects and his doggers, so we turned right and arrived at the homestead about 10 o’clock last night. It was an 11-hour drive with one stop to fuel up and a quick stop at an Arby’s for lunch. Otherwise it was 11 hours of motoring down the road. That’s a long day, so we were both tired.
Of course the doggers heard the rig drive by when we pulled in last night and came tearing down the driveway to our house, jumping and crying at the door because I couldn’t get it open fast enough to suit them. Then Ole was seriously attacked by both dogs, especially Beau’s tongue. Remember, Beau has the fastest tongue in the west – the Quicker Licker Upper!!
Senior Citizen Simon took all of this activity into his little kitty brain while relaxing on his chair, and then decided it was time to leave all this foolishness. He got up, stretched a long cat stretch and slowly ambled to the door and asked to be let out. It’s amazing how he never asks to go out when we’re on the road, but somehow knew we were home and it was okay for him to go outside now. I still find it amazing that he adapted to travel so well at his age. Maybe senility has set in and he doesn’t realize he’s on the road. If that’s true, he seems to be happy in his dementia (chuckle).
So – now – my opinion of Door County, Wisconsin.
I guess if you’re into art galleries, all kinds of craft shops and that sort of thing, it’s the place for you. It’s so tourist oriented that it’s hard to get a feel for what it’s really like – or I should say – what it used to be like. Everything is very expensive. We stopped at one little roadhouse one afternoon, ordered two drinks and were charged $6.75 EACH. It’s difficult to find a true “local” – someone who has lived there all of their life. Most of the residents are “imports” that have come to retire or to open a tourist-oriented business. Lots of people from Chicago and Milwaukee who, according to the local folks, are buying up property and building vacation homes with price tags of several million dollars.
I guess you could call the area quaint, but definitely not rustic. That’s why we both decided that we enjoyed the U.P. (upper peninsula of Michigan) much more than Door County. We’ll definitely go back to the U.P., but I don’t think we’ll hit Door County again.
Well, I had best get busy cleaning out the rig.
2 comments:
Hit the door at door country? Where were all the lighthouses? Was that UP? I love lighthouses with a passion. :)
Glad your home safe again. Doggers just love to fall over themselves to say hi don't they.
home safe!! jiggety jig!! seems like door county has a revolving door!! good to see ya made it home!!
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