Adventure 466: FOMO Tour/Day 4/Wagner Park to Prentice Park, Ashland, WI

Site #2 Prentice Park

After suffering the ego deflating losses while we crossed Montana, three straight wins have made the world right again, but never fear, the Wiley Cager has a few tricks left up her sleeve. I must beware and constantly vigilant lest she pull some "stumpy" maneuver. After all,  she is a political animal who will do anything to win. 
We left Wagner Park just before 7 A.M. in between rainstorms. Thankfully, as we wove our way through the land of ten thousand lakes, the rain drops dwindled to occasional splatters on the windshield leaving us with an unfettered view of the neatly appointed farms along the way. In the truck, climate controlled as it is, we were oblivious to the near eighty degree temperature and 100 percent humidity. We were allowed the fantasy that the beauty of the countryside was matched by a temperate climate. Thus consoled, we enjoyed the best part of the day: the fact that we left the interstate. Traveling the back roads of America, wherever they may lead, always leaves us awestruck. As we approached our destination of Ashland, WI, we were detoured to the tune of about fifty miles due to flash flooding in the are. Fortunately, we were able to make it through the high water into Ashland. We're now stranded until the flood waters subside. Nonplussed, we enjoyed a fine Father's Day dinner at a place in Ashland called "The Deep Water Grill". Our waitress, a local girl, mused, "I don;t know what we've done to anger Mother Nature, but we've been suffering through high water the last few years." She also related that there are several dams in the area that capably control the high water. That's good news, and perhaps we'll be able to continue our trip in two days. Our plan had us driving hard the first three days of the FOMO trip so we'd be able to turn the tempo down once we reached the Upper Peninsula. Well, we're here, and we're ready to relax, but I'm not sure the pounding rain is all that relaxing. Fortunately, we're ensconced at Prentice Park for the next two days. The park sits on high ground, so in that sense we're relaxed. Whatever happens, we'll manage because that's how we roll, and as always, we're here to relate that life is good, especially today.

 In 2004, I rode cross country on my bicycle with two friends. This is a painting I did that captured an impression of the Upper Peninsula.

 My Bunny smelling the roses just before she started smelling like a skunk.

 She pulled us over at this vegetable stand: "Turn right; go around the block!"

 The fruit stand lives at a highway junction in the little burg of Deerwood.

 Arrgh! This matey welcomed us a the Deep Water Grill.

 Father's Day, 2018.

 Justin in case you're wondering, Life is good.

 Just under thirty years ago, Judy and I shared our first creme brule'.

In the last few days, while the lower midwest suffered through a heatwave, the upper midwest found itself battered by torrential rain. 

 The scenery looked much like my water color impression from years past. 

We may have been one of the last cars that made it through the high water, and now we're marooned in Ashland, WI. (Hopefully, the water will recede in the next two days.)