Where's the lake??

"My broccoli isn't doin' too good, but I think the cucumbers will do just fine" is the dinner conversation at the table next to us in a cafe in Brule, Wisconsin. Four hundred plus miles from the cool breezes of the island have us questioning the wisdom of ever leaving at all! Tonight's camp site is hot, humid, and swarming with mosquitoes, but better than the one we had aimed for all day. That campground turned out to be a hunters' campground, over six miles on a dirt road, ending in a low holler next to a mouldering piece of water, a breeding ground for mosquitoes. One of our better decisions of the day was to "move on". The next little town had a cafe (where the broccoli conversation and canned corn and mashed potatoes were served up with a tough little piece of chicken). We opted for a State Forest campground, also about seven miles off the highway, also hot and humid, but prettier, if that counts. At this rate, we may be in a motel tomorrow night, one with air conditioning! We'll keep you posted! Love, Liz