DAY THREE: ROADTRIPPING USA

We ended our last night in Appleton at an empty little cigar bar, except for me and my cigar-smoking hubby, so I had a little flavored cigar and was pleasantly surprised by the choice Christian selected to accompany my Grand Marnier. Bill had a nice Perdomo, paired with Johnny Walker Blue, which he had never tried. We walked back to our little loft and fell asleep to the sounds of late-night party people, traffic, and the longest train in history:) To offset our night of revelry, we walked to the juice bar in town for healthy smoothies before we hit the road.

Triple AAA helped us decide which route to take to the Badlands, which was the middle route down the west side of Lake Winnebago to Oshkosh to Ripon, driving through more beautiful rolling Wisconsin farmlands. Old stately homes with exquisite flower gardens, horse ranches, and dairy farms dotted our route. I love driving through the towns with homes unique to the midwest, including quaint Montello, with waterfalls bordering the park. I snapped a photo out the window of an elderly gentleman sitting in front of one of them, promoting Blue Lives Matter.

We took a hike to see the expansive and scenic view of Lacrosse from the top of Granddad Bluff, which was 590 feet above the city. The Mississippi River snaked through the bowl-shaped valley and we were grateful for the clear weather to take it all in. The National Weather Service has a forecast office up there, with a doppler radar, which was an unexpected sight as we rounded the curving road. We also passed a relaxed young woman reading a book in a roadside pull-off, with her red hammock stretched between two trees. Other interesting views on our way included massive hills covered in trees that reminded me of the fake trees used on model railroad displays.

We could not leave Wisconsin without cheese!  Bill and had a tailgate picnic in the parking lot of the Carr Valley Cheese shop before heading to our final stop for the night in Rochester, Minnesota.  We are directly across the street from the Mayo Clinic and we seem to blend in with patients in wheelchairs with our masks but are grateful for our health.

DAY TWO: ROADTRIPPING USA

We had a great meal at the Blue Moon Cafe in Ludington last night and woke to a glowing orange orb (thanks, sadly, to California and Oregon fire smoke). The S.S. Badger pulled out of port with a crowd, but we had a tiny little stateroom where we could escape with two berths and a private bathroom. It was a gusty, warm, and hazy crossing with passengers masked up, except the Badger Bingo players, who must feel like gambling and luck gain immediate crowd immunity:(

Our four-hour ride landed in Manitowac, Wisconsin. We jumped into our vehicle and took a beautiful Lake Michigan drive to Sheboygan for lunch at a little cafe on the inlet, before driving to Fon Du Lac and Appleton for the night.

The most impressive sights of this part of  Wisconsin were rolling farmlands with patchwork crops of color, meticulous farms with stone-based ancient barns, and tidy little towns. The biggest surprise, after the vivid blue of Lake Michigan, was the impressive homes bordering the lake flanked with cornfields. I’m assuming the fertile soil is not to be wasted on mere dwellings:)

Tonight we have settled into a downtown Appleton loft, with busy train tracks beneath our window. We are off to see what downtown bars and restaurants have to offer. Safely. Masked. Distancing. Loving life.

DAY ONE: ROADTRIPPING USA

Our 2011 Traverse, loaded down with our worldly goods for a month, pulled out of Maqua this morning with 190,500 miles on the odometer. Decked out with new tires, a tune-up, and topped off with gas under $2.00/gallon, we were ready to roll. Saying goodbye each summer is not easy, but each season our packing is less stressful and more organized.

It was a sunny, cool day as we headed across the state of Michigan, over rolling hills sprawling with Christmas tree farms, already tagged and ready for cutting. Our guide, Google maps, gave us the scenic route, which led us past beautiful farmlands, apple orchards, and quaint towns decked out for fall. Gusty winds whipped across inland lakes with white-capped waves, tossing the few boats that have not been taken out of the water.

Traveling by car means I can beg and wheedle Bill into stopping when a scenic overlook or wonderful Kodak moment grabs my attention. I made him stop twice this morning, before arriving at our very clean hotel room, (which I gave a second Covid wipe with disinfecting wipes.) The first stop was a view of rolling hills that are just beginning to show color. The second was to stand up close and personal to sunflowers the size of platters.

We are giving ourselves a month to see our great country and discover sights we have only seen in photographs. Our vacations with our four kids have either been to big cities since we lived in the country, or to Michigan for our summers on the lake. Bill and I took vacations without kids to Europe, to National Golf Course Owner conferences in beautiful cities all over the U.S., and various anniversaries have included two-day spontaneous drives.

With students back in school, cool temps, and cheap gas, we figured now was a good time to go west and visit the great parks, hike, and stay in some unusual lodging. We had planned to drive all the way to San Francisco to see our much-missed family, but Covid and wildfires changed our mind, so now it is Montana or bust!

Nature/Camp Envy

Summer is almost over. I can tell by the ferns browning, the cooler nights, and even some trees beginning to change. The recent storms dropped some of the dead trees on the trail and surrounding woods. All able hands with chainsaws quickly removed the trees that fell on our road that leaves the camp, but one neighbor had a pine tree drop on their roof, causing damage.

I have only spotted the eagle one time, but our loon family is still enjoying Loon Lake. The baby still has its brown feathers, but it has grown. It is part of our nightly sunset cruise ritual to find them on the lake, and it always delights our guests. There is one spot on the lake near the cove by the old fishing camp, now home to a muskrat.

Memories of your camp skunk stories popped into my head this week. I am one of those people that do not find the distant smell of skunk offensive. (I know, weird, but I am not alone. Just google it.) But, I do believe a skunk family has moved in under my lodge bedroom window. It wafts through the open window, especially in the morning. I read up on why they should not stay, They burrow and undermine the structures they inhabit, and this nearly 100-year-old building wants to remain, so I await the peppermint solution to ease this problem.

This morning my husband called to me while he was making coffee. Two fawns were running across the property near the Infirmary like little kids playing tag. Mama grazed nearby, as they tussled with each other on hind legs. I love the fact that we always have deer in our neighborhood, despite the plants we lose from their nibbling. They especially love hostas and hydrangeas:)

I took my camera with me walking this week and thought you might enjoy some of the sights along the trail. The wildflowers are in bloom, and one of the old signs that faded is still tacked to the tree by the corral. The flies have finally left, so we don’t look crazy batting them away as we walk Maqua Trail. (A few weeks ago we tried to hike the Iosco Nature Trail that winds through the old boys camp, but they chased us away.)

In this time of the Covid virus, I am thankful for outdoor activities a summer home brings. Boats, decks, porch, water, sand, and campfires equal a little less isolation. Enjoy the rest of your summer outdoors!

Camp Envy–Celebrating the 4th and Family

There is no place more special than the 4th of July on a lake, but ours was double the special this year with the addition of a new family member. Our firstborn son Kyle, wife Liz, and foster son arrived on the 26th of June. As they picked up their luggage and hopped in the car to head north, they opened the email announcing that their foster son was now their officially adopted son! What better place to celebrate than Camp Maqua, the place that holds so many memories for his new parents! (Kyle was eight when we bought the lodge and he and Liz were married at Maqua.)

I painted a chair with his new name, Flynn Troy Baker, which is a tradition I started at the birth of each new grandchild. I hand-painted a sign announcing the days in foster care and the date of his official adoption. Let the celebrations begin!. Liz and Kyle’s friends in Tampa pitched in for the most wonderful gift to honor this special time. A local photographer showed up for a photoshoot of the new family by the lake, and he was all smiles, hamming it up for the camera with bribes of gummy worms and bubbles for his efforts.

With jobs furloughed, on hold, and in transition, the new family decided to stay an extra week. We have had record heat, but low humidity and warm lake temperatures. Loon Lake comes alive for the holiday week, but more so this year with the isolation factor still looming over the country. Everyone wants to get outside and the shores and lake were filled with boats, floats, jet-skis, kayaks, tubers, and skiers.

We had our annual boat parade, with twenty boats participating this year. We have already captured a Loon Lake parade flag for our win a few years ago, so we decorated for Flynn, but not competitively. With an under the sea theme, complete with balloons, sharks, dolphins, and a shark bubble blowing machine, operated by Flynn in a shark hat, we set off in the stream of great themes. A Michigan/ Michigan State boat, with kids dressed in mini cheerleader and football uniforms and a goal post at the front of their boat; a double-decker pontoon with a dozen kids in troll headdresses, and rainbow balloon decor; patriotic themes and flags galore paraded for the spectators onshore. The winner was a college kids’ entry of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The week has been a series of festivities with family picnics outdoors, fishing, loon spotting, tubing, jumping off the top of the “Mothership”, campfires and a night on the water under a full moon watching the fireworks. Memories have been made to last a lifetime, and the next generation with the grandchildren guarantees that the summers will hold more memories as they all grow up together, despite the distances between the families during the winters. Summers on Loon Lake, holding fast to family traditions, are the best.

This Old Lodge/Camp Envy

This old lodge ain’t what it used to be, but we think the improvements have complemented the historical aspect. The dark floors we walked upon as we entered for the first time, either stained or weathered from many feet, are now a burnished golden hue. There is still so much character to them, with darker lines where previous walls stood, striations of wear grooved into the soft pine from the movement of furniture and years of wear and memories.

We hired a professional sander from Wurtsmith Air Force base to bring the floors back to life in 1989-90. While we wintered in Florida, we avoided all the dust and coating mess and returned to beautiful floors, sealed to last a lifetime. My husband removed the dated linoleum from the east kitchen, and sanded them himself, with attempts to match up to the rest of the house, but they are much more rustic.

The open studded walls, seen in days of camping, were drywalled when the previous owners remodeled the lodge into two separate living areas. Although there is no insulation in the walls or under the floors, when my husband, son, and uncle covered the open rafter ceiling with planked cedar, insulation was added to help keep the lodge cooler in the summer. It also kept the asphalt shingle leavings from falling through the cracks of the open planks onto the floor. Thankfully, the camp map has kept intact on the large wall on the west side, just over the original camp piano and beside the birch table of epic proportions.

Lofts were added to both the east and west sides in the seventies, which provided extra sleeping room for our large families. For the first few years, the metal bunk beds were used, with mattresses coated in a waterproof ticking. Our kids loved to use them to slide down the loft stairs or drag to the treehouse by the corral to sleep overnight, but they were not very comfortable, so we donated them to the local Boy Scout troop. (Two single cots are still inside the craft hut, complete with mattresses.) There are two bedrooms on each side, but as our families grew we felt we needed extra space, so a catwalk and second loft were added on the east side.

The seventies kitchens were fairly practical, but when a large tree fell on the front of the house we decided to remodel the kitchen on the east side. The west side is still intact but is missing the big iron stove, which was donated to the Hale fire department. The seventies linoleum is covered with vinyl planking for the time being. I love that our meals are consumed on the same tables that graced the lodge in the twenties and beyond with their marbled ochre linoleum.

Under the lodge, where the chipmunks play, old planks of wood can be found, but the best find was the old window. My husband created a cabinet for the kitchen. It holds my loon wine glasses, antique salt and pepper shakers in green glass, plates, and kitchen wares with sentiment and one favorite item. During the 2012 reunion, esteemed director Dorothe Balaskas gifted a small dish with “Bless This Home” on it, along with her Maqua directors jacket.

The seventies bathrooms could use a facelift, but nothing is broken or so outdated that we have to replace items. I was excited to replace my sweating toilets with condensation-proof ones a few years back, and aside from paint upkeep, they have remnants of the past in each room to keep them interesting. (Canoe paddles made into towel racks, bootstrap benches to sit upon, and artwork that reflects the history.)

The living areas of the east and west sides are like a miniature camp museum. Counselors’ names grace the canoe paddles that hang from chains on the east side; furniture made for the camp, which can be seen in the old photos on the wall are still in use; the camp library emits a waft of musty old books when the doors are opened; old keys and tree signs that guided campers to their huts are on the wall.

Probably the most used spaces are the four porches. The east side porch facing the road was extended to accommodate the old tables and benches for our big families, and it is where my husband and I spend all our time. We have staff parties, potlucks with family and friends, and our annual Maqua Association meetings on this big sprawling pine floored porch. The original swing is in the corner and there are still big hooks where I am guessing another one hung at one time. A new white planked ceiling is in progress currently, after a roof leak.

The back porches on both sides are still in use with their ping-pong tables and seating areas. The east side has the sports benches with lift-up tops, and store horseshoes, ping-pong equipment, shuffleboard items, badminton racquets, and other sports equipment. The old nature cabinet, with birch handles, once home to an array of insects under glass, holds games and toys.

With only baseboard heat, and only the large old screened windows to cool us, this is no place to be in the winter. Our families are from Michigan, Texas, and Florida and use it as our vacation home. But, on the hot days, like they used to do in the days before air conditioning, we close up all the windows after the cool night air, turn on all the fans and it keeps the humidity out until we can open them up again for great cool night sleeping. Rarely has the large fireplace been used on the west side, but it is still grand as ever, with its large Michigan fieldstones and memories.

We have four children and eight grandchildren, and just as Bill’s aunt and uncle from Texas with their three kids (and loads of grandkids), we know there will be many more years of family time in this old lodge. Thankfully, they do not mind pitching in with some of the upkeep of scraping windows, painting inside and out, repairing torn screens, but best of all—-the appreciation of the history of this old lodge and the dedication to keeping it standing for many more years. Cheers to 100 years in 2024!