You may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
A brief look-in at Staunton, Virginia, USA
The last day or two in northern Wisconsin, and a goodbye to . . .
. . . one of the inhabitants
Shooting the sandbar that makes 'Beaver Island', on the right, sometimes an island, and in some years not.
Distant specks across the lake are becoming recognizable now . . .
Kristin and Stephanie on their Hobie Pedal Boards
A brief conference in the middle of the lake
A very genteel way to travel
Pedal Boards passing in the night
Mussent Point in uncharacteristically calm seas (like 'Glimmerglass', as J. F. Cooper might have called it [from The Deerslayer].
Packing up the kit for forthcoming travels
Curiosity may yet kill the cat.
Or at least get him stuck somewhere
Melvin's come to see the hydrobikes
An enduring fascination with hydrobikes -- last summer, still sort of a kitten, he slipped off the plastic pontoon and landed in the drink.
Poor bedraggled Melvin, 2017
But he's not ready to come with us yet.
Adjidaumo Island, 6 September 2018
A stop-in at the Birds In Art exhibition in Wausau, and we're . . .
. . . on the road again.
That's the old YMCA building in Staunton, Virginia, in the Shenandoah Valley.
Built in 1900, it's been renovated in more recent times into 20-odd fairly elegant condos. That elaborate entrance ensemble is not for us.
This is our entrance, round the side, labeled 'Boys Entrance'.
The former theatre of the old YMCA (with balcony above), now Apt. 200
The kitchen on the former stage
Melvin's still disoriented after two long days in the car.
A corridor above the stage leading to the guest room
A walk round downtown Staunton
The main drag, East and West Beverley Street
The Clocktower building
We're scoping out antiques stores and second-hand shops
In fact, we bought a very heavy second-hand office chair and . . .
. . . pushed it down the sidewalk all the way to the YMCA.
That's the Staunton City Hall (we're just nipping in to pay a parking fine, on the receipt for which we're identified as 'Unknown Violator')
A landmark sort of building, with pretensions -- about all we've found out about it so far is that the ground floor is a cigar shop.
This is just up the street (good to know; just in case . . .)
No sooner had Melvin finally begun to make himself at home in Staunton . . .
. . . when he got whisked off home to Switzerland again.