Bloggin' America

Everything on the road in Wisconsin has an interesting name: Waupun, Oshkosh, Sheboygan, Waukesha… and Milwaukee. Glenda told us they were all Native American names that had just stuck. And it’s Muh-walk-ie as they pronounce it here. Keep going...

We’ve been on the road the past few days with the RV’s Internet sputtering. So I’ll play catch-up: Keep going...

Driving south in Wisconsin, we ran into a Visitor’s Center (everything in the Midwest has an apostrophe and an S!) along the road for a bathroom break and came out with a whole handful of brochures. So many states have these prepped and ready for a family, and the parking spaces in front seem to be big enough for RVs. The brochures: the House on the Rock, Madison’s Henry Vilas Zoo, the Circus World Museum in Baraboo… Ray clapped at that one. George decided Baraboo was easy enough. Keep going...

The bottom fell out of the temperature as we crossed the border to Wisconsin, and the RV heating was not cutting it. In fact, the heating was blinking in and out. It was 20 degrees outside, according to the thermometer in the window and steadily dropping to that in the RV. Keep going...