WISCONSIN'S DC

When one sees "DC" like this, one generally assumes Washington, D.C.. For this discussion, it refers to Door County, the "thumb" of Wisconsin. It is such a unique place in this state. It is extremely nautical and eastern-seaboard-like. There are numerous cherry orchards amid rolling farm fields and immense cliffs of limestone escarpments dotting the landscape. It is a tourist trap extraordinaire. Sherri and I have visited many times, though there was an hiatus while we endured our forties. Now, we have another addition to our family of DC visitors, our granddaughter. She was a delight while climbing rock formations and snowbanks and walking a beach and throwing ice chunks into
Lake Michigan. She was a trooper being put into and removed from her car seat continuously. She especially enjoyed riding on shoulders of her poppa and me through snow-covered tree-lined hiking trails. The weather even cooperated with its fifty degree temperatures and clear skies. Thank you, Algore.

The trip was topped off with a pilgrimage to the Packer Pro Shop at Lambeau Field, which, on a weekend like this was anything but the frozen tundra (actually, it should be only "tundra" as adding "frozen" is redundant, but that's the media for 'ya). Tizu got a pom-pom, grandpa and momma each got caps and grandma got... wait for it... a hooded sweatshirt. The pom-poms were probably the only items in the entire store that did not contain a logo or the name "Packers" (or derivation of same) on them. They are, of course, green and gold.

The visit ended in Oshkosh where Tizu was on her own turf and was as entertaining as ever. I still wonder what we did without her in our lives.