Thank you, Paulina! 🙂 OK, this is from the previous day, International Day. I just thought it deserved to be displayed “above the fold.”
This was always our first view as we stumbled down to the lake each morning for breakfast. And each day I felt compelled to take the photo! 😉
Yup, I like this view!
Then I walk onto the dock and shoot back at the Roundhouse, on the point. This is where we have our pre-breakfast cup of coffee.
How can you not like a “Hugging Bench” as a place to sit and look at the lake?
This morning was the lake walk. Whoever wants to go joins in for a lovely jaunt around Elkhart Lake. It’s a good 2-hour walk. And what makes it unique is that most of the way around the path cuts through peoples’ yards right along the lakeshore. Can’t imagine that around here?
And when you finish, it’s time to eat again! Lunch, anyone?
The view from the public access back to the Roundhouse.
Well, it’s not really. You just walk through yards.
Now we’re on the other side of the little northern bay from camp.
As you cross in front of the Johnsonville Brats house . . . well, the people who own the company.
One of my favorite sculptures. I don’t know why? 😉
Getting farther from camp.
And on we trudge. One must always be alert to tree roots and other things that try to trip you up.
A stop to check out the kaleidoscope viewing of the flower pot. The property owners encourage walkers to do so.
Chris’s dad, Ed, takes a peak. This was his and Elke’s first trip to the camp.
Because I have done this walk many times, it was more than an hour before I took my next photo.
We’re almost back to camp now, and we believe this sculpture to be the inspiration for the one in front of the Johnsonville Brat house.
Back home, to Rappaport.
After lunch, we took a trip to a local apple winery. The owner, on the right, gave a very impressive tutoring of all that goes on here.
Her orchard consists of many dwarf Honey Crisp apple trees, each of which she planted herself (so she knows each by name!), a few peach trees (which she knows is a gamble, they’re lost if the temperature goes below 11 degrees below zero), and something else that my feeble mind has forgotten.
A whole lot of work!
The trees have to be pruned back during the growing season to expose the apples to air and sun. The row on the right in this photo is yet to be pruned.
Honey Crisp! A product of science at the University of Minnesota. 🙂
Apples make generally sweet wine. If you’re an oenophile, it has to be WAAYYYY sweet to be good (well, to our tastes). They had an apple ice wine that was probably pretty good, but it wasn’t available for sampling. It was quite a bit more expensive than the other wines.
The sampling bar.
Back home, it was “adult” dinner night. I know, there are times when “adult” has negative connotations. But on this night, it just meant we kicked all the kids up top to the fire pit where they had burgers and dogs. And we, here displayed by The Biddies, had either almond-crusted walleye (Rita) or prime rib (the supervisor) with a little vino to help wash it all down. Everybody even gets a little dressed up if they so deigned to bring such apparel.
After dinner, The Biddies pose in front of the flowers outside the dining hall. Woo-woo!
We took the “long way” home from the dining hall, taking the road rather than the steps.
We encountered the “swinger” again. She was the first person was saw when we first drove into camp on Sunday. 😉