Dwight Peck's personal website
A visit to the USA, summer 2013
More annual lakeside fun in the Northwoods
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.
And still more annual lakeside fun
William's betraying an early fascination with 21st century culture
Taking humorous photos of his mom, basically
A big party at Point o' Pines
Elke, Kristin, Leigh, and Dmitri searching into the significance of things
William drawing his own conclusions
More good food than you can shake a taser at
William and his mum trying out the trampoline
The Bearskin Trail
(photo by Alison)
Hair-pulling now, what's next? (photo by Dmitri)
Local resort facilities
Wisconsin wetlands . . .
. . . with comfy beaver homes
-- This looks very like a tree stump.
Nobody wants to leave.
William and his friends on a windy day
A naval expedition
Preparing the fleet, 24 August 2013
William and his crew
The Adjidau'mo Island Express
Choppier and choppier
Taking a break
This is what we've come out here to see -- he's reliable (when the sun's out).
Now we can start back
We're out of the wind in the back bay, but . . .
. . . that won't last.
The young gentleman is sad because he has to go back to Canada tomorrow.
Alison and Will -- leave-taking
Breaking in a new Samsung 7 Chronos
Big Party at Manor Mouse
Another Storm of the Century
The Older People's table
The Young People's table
The lights flickered off briefly, just enough to wipe out the telephone and Internet system for 10 days (the service department's shorthanded these days).
But otherwise everyone's having a good time.
The "Wisconsin Desert"
We're back down in Spring Green, staying with friend David in Madison, and occupying our idle hours until the starting gun of our theatrical marathon by a vigorous walk through the "Wisconsin Desert".
"At Spring Green Preserve, sometimes called the 'Wisconsin Desert,' you can get a taste of the American West -- a land of cacti and lizards, sand dunes and dry grasses -- without going far from home" (unless your home is in Europe).
Zoom on the outcrop -- that's our destination, and we won't be deterred by cacti or lizards, but we have to take the long way round on the trail through the woods.
The circuitous route
Cacti and lizards are one thing (or two things) but in the forest there are mozzies -- Kristin's turning back.
The view from the outcrop on top of the ridge, and -- look closely -- there's Kristin returning to the carpark.
We're back to the Up-the-Hill Theatre at the American Players Theatre for the afternoon performance
The heat is ferocious
We're here in the afternoon to see Arthur Miller's All my sons -- the performance was splendid; the play (to my taste anyway) . . . meh.
We're bursting out into downtown Spring Green to grab some dinner before the evening performance -- Hamlet, can you imagine? All my sons and then Hamlet; we'll be suicidal by the end of this.
Spring Green street scene, with the Spring Green State Bank
The State Bank of Spring Green is no longer a state bank. It's actually Freddy Valentine's Public House, brilliant.
The commerçants in Spring Green all know how to hurry up an order when you're "going to the play."
We're here for Hamlet, and friend David has joined us. There he is, there; see?
A full house for Hamlet, understandably. The performance was great, and the Hamlet actor did a very good job, but I didn't like their interpretation of Hamlet himself at all (too crazy! frequently almost hysterical!). After all these years, there will never be a performance of Hamlet that I agree with.
But, as if in compensation, here we are the following afternoon for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead -- stunning, hilarious, funnier than Samuel Beckett (to whom the play owes much), with the same Hamlet actors playing their own parts here. The brilliant comic actor Steve Haggard was playing Guildenstern (or was it Rosencrantz?).
Walking between the lakes
Kristin and friend Nancy battling foliage along the disused canal between the lakes
At the far end of the canal. Kristin took us through the canal on a speedboat back nearly 20 years ago, but it's all choked up now and impassable.
Which is a good thing, because the farther lake is infested with Eurasian millefoil and purple loosestrife, of which (with constant vigilance and frequent scouting parties) our lake is free.
Crossing an old lock from the timbering days -- the idea was to float timber from one lake to the other, but they got the water levels of the lakes wrong and they were floating things the wrong way.
Invasive alien species in the canal
Out Tiger Tail
and down to the lake
And now, back up again.
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