Wagon Trail Campground, Rowleys Bay, Wisconsin Peninsula
It’s hard to believe it’s been one year today since we hit the road! And we still absolutely love it! The only thing I ever wonder about is whether or not I’ll still be keeping up with this blog post in five years. Ten years? Twenty? That remains to be seen, I suppose. Right now, I have no intention of stopping! How would I ever remember everything if I stopped?
I have to stick this bit of information in somewhere, so this is as good a place as any since we’re moving today. One of the places we talked about visiting, but didn’t was another water town called Egg Harbor. Mostly, I wanted to go so I could tell you how they got there name. It’s so great, I’ll do it anyway. 😊
From the Peninsula’s brochure:
Egg Harbor ~
A legendary egg battle took place in our harbor on June 23, 1825. The battle began when men among a six-boat trading flotilla began throwing hardtack at each other while approaching a spot of land. This first bout ceased due to their continuing need of the staple. The playfulness started again with eggs now the ammunition of choice. The leader tried to stop the battle, but the fun was “too fierce to be readily given up.” When they camped on that spot of land, the storm was brewing for yet another egg fight! The great egg battle stopped only for want of ammunition and the men “laughed until exhausted.” The next morning the battlefield was so strewn with eggshells that before leaving shore, speeches befitting the occasion were made and the spot was formally christened Egg Harbor.
Is that not a cool story??? My question is . . . . why are hard, stale, wormy biscuits (hardtack) more of a staple than eggs???
Today is moving day, and we had a short way to go, but a long time to get there.
As the crow flies, we only moved about 20 miles today. But it took us 136 miles and three hours to get here, because we had to go down the peninsula and back up past the city of Green Bay.
And for the next few days, the large body of water we’ll be looking at is Green Bay. Still part of Lake Michigan, but a huge bay area.
To celebrate our anniversary, Blaine and I put together a recap of the past year. The original plan was to present one picture chosen by each of us from each month. Boy was that hard! In fact, it was so hard, sometimes choosing only four became difficult! So that idea flew out the window! And since we didn’t want to leave anyone out, we decided not to include pictures of family and friends. Well, not too many anyway. . . We’ve been so abundantly blessed! Thank You, Jesus!
June:
July:
Yep. Three from the same place, and there could have been many more!
August:
September:
October:
November:
December:
January:
February:
March:
April:
May:
Together, wherever we go!
River Park Campground, Menominee, Michigan
We drove 136 miles in 3-hours to a City Park.
Odd place for a campground, but there ya go. It’s a really pretty park itself, but the surroundings are quite strange. We’ve got water on all four sides, so I guess technically that makes it an island. We can see ships docked at some kind of shipyard that look like military destroyers like you’d have in “Battleship”, but they don’t seem to be working, except for a little radar thingy spinning around on top of one of them.
There’s some kind of power plant or something, and a state road that runs by across the way – over the River in our backyard.
And we’re walking distance to a strip mall that sports a Kmart, a local pet place that boards dogs, a grocery store that advertises gourmet food, and a myriad of other establishments.
Once we got set up, we drove from Michigan to Wisconsin for groceries! Yep. We’re right on the border. We nixed the nearby place because we were tired and we knew nothing about it. Walmart’s only about ten minutes away. After some discussion about what to have for dinner, we settled on something I call “Blaine’s Pasta”. It received that name because one day, he came home from work with a list of ingredients and asked me to make it. Another electrician, who has “chef-like” abilities and love for cooking and feeding people, brought this pasta in to work for the guys to eat at lunch. But like most chefs, didn’t measure anything – except the cream. Ohh-kaaay, then. Here we go . . . . and amazingly, I did it!
Here’s the recipe – with measurements. 😊
This time, out of necessity, I had to make it with peppered turkey. No ham. No chicken. But it was still really good!