Burning $600 worth of gasoline tends to leave a traveler weary, so the men grunted around a fire with booze on ice while the ladies caught up on all the latest needlepoint techniques and Riunites...so nice.
There were also gifts delivered straight off the assembly line of Brandodojo craft brewery...
We had the first taste of Honey Wheat.
Now for the big fish story you've all been waiting for. We shook off a couple of junior varsity hangovers and got our shows on the road at the crack of 10:30. We packed up our deadliest tackle, listened to some attempted discouragement from my neighbor as we loaded up the canoe, and headed to Bloomer.
I have eaten many pies from the fabled Main Street Cafe, but I had never actually taken the pilgrimage to this mecca of wholesomeness. I took advantage of the "special" for a scant $1.99 while my counterpart ordered something that was called like the Lumberjammer or the Farmhand...or the Beekeeper. At any rate, it was like a special with bacon.
Then pie.
Much as we could've drank coffees and rotted away in there all day, we knew there were fish to slay. So we pushed on to Marsh-Miller Lake, home of beer-flavored marshmallows. We got the canoe off the car and avoided disaster as we launched onto the fish-impregnated waters. The hours wore on as we continued our assault on the lake. Surely a fish would bite...surely they know the arrangement. But much to our chagrin, the only thing we took from Marsh-Miller were the memories of a special canoe ride and brutal sunburn. No big whoop, we had plenty of food at home that was more than fit for consumption.
Here we are, talking it out over a couple of beers at the local resort. "Fishing doesn't make the man." we assured each other.
And of course, there was Maura time.
The End.
4 comments:
The Northwoods sure do rule. And so does House Bright. Those pics really capture the essence of the trip.
I laughed out loud when I read the word "Lumberjammer", and I sort of winced when I saw how fat I am. Especially in that pic where I'm all slouched over, with my hands folded (foeded) over my pot belly. Maybe I should slow down on the Lumberjammers, and I wouldn't be such an obeseatron.
Nicely done on the beer pour vid, btw.
You're not an obese-a-tron...you look nice.
Looks like everyone had tons of fun up at the Orc Lair.
Especially Brando, who's real tons-o'-fun.
Due to my cholesterol problem, I only let myself have brats once a year. And prime rib once a year.
This weekend I had my annual brats. Yep, I had two. Wheeeee! And I bought a bag of cheese curds on the road. White cheese curds. All heart healthy.
Just so everyone knows. The water's getting a bit high around here in Iowa.
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