Yes, dear family and friends, we travel at 4:00 AM. Why such craziness you ask? My parents' summer home in Wisconsin is a 5 hour car ride (sans stops) and we find that by the time the little monsters awake from their slumber we are most of the way there.
When we arrived in Stoddard, Wisconsin (population 815), Grandpa Pretzel, Grandma Bobbie and my Godmother Marilyn were enjoying the beautiful scenery and quiet company. Well, that changed quickly as the kids ran wild, happy to be released from the captivity of the car. We strolled the few hundred feet to the bank of the Mississippi river and admired the beauty of the river and bluffs. We also found a small park and sandbox adjacent to a Field of Dreams-like baseball field. Jacob promptly ran and slid into every base. He came back with a satisfied grin and covered in dusty dirt and white chalk from the fresh lines on the diamond.
We took the kids to Grandad's Bluff which is the highest point on the local bluffs. Due to the very wet spring, much of the area was not accessible because of sink holes (yes, a new nightmare for me as a mother). Afterwards, we went to the Alpine Inn where we ate hambugers, played music on the juke box, played a game of pool and played in the sand volleyball courts. That night, Dan and I went to dinner at Schmity's with my Dad and Bobbie. The kids stayed home to take a bath and go to bed in anticipation of the next day's adventure.
Caity asked me throughout the day (and week), "Mama, where you going? You going to work?" I responded that I was not going to work because I was on vacation and my job was to play. And play we did!
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Great post. Thanks for taking the time to share it with everyone. Looks like you had a great time.
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