Wisconsin
It was a dark and stormy day...
when I arrived in Poland...
POLAND?
Huh? I thought I was going to Wisconsin! Ohh...Lublin Wisconsin is a sister
city to Lublin, Poland hence all the wxyz names and Polish flags flying
everywhere. Lublin, WI may be a nearly non-existent town, may be in the middle
of nowhere but it certainly is rich in its Polish roots and heritage! From here
on in you can just call me Castaway Cobski, LOL!
But anyway, seems I brought along with me some much needed rain. It rained
and rained and rained! I would have never of guessed that this area is under a
severe drought! I must be good luck, huh?
I had a couple days to settle into my new digs when I was informed we'd be
heading to the U.P. I didn't know where that is but it didn't take long to find
out. We headed out bright and early on Saturday to my hostess' friend Pat's
house who was driving, then for 3 1/2 hours I listened to them yak and laugh
like maniacs! These ladies need to get out more! My goodness. But despite the
rain, there was some breaks in the clouds so we could enjoy the brilliant peak
fall colors. The maples and birch and oaks contrasting against the dark greens
of the pines was breathtaking!
I nearly hit the windshield when the car stopped suddenly and I was rushed
out to have my picture taken in Laona, WI in front of the World's Largest Soup
Kettle! Now who would come up with something like that? I was a bit scared
because there wasn't much of an edge and that kettle was mighty deep. But my
picture was taken (with plenty of gawkers...we were probably big entertainment
in such a small town!) and we all giggled as we went down the road talking about
that kettle. Ah, must be for Chicken Soup for the Horse's Soul...I prefer bran
mash myself, LOL.
Finally we reached the U.P. which means the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Yup,
I got to be a Yupper for a day!
We were going to Cheryl's open barn outside of Iron River. There were a lot
of people there and things to buy and look at. I was a hit because no one ever
heard of me so I was passed around and my journal brought howls of laughter. We
toured the barn, ate all the food we could stand (the cake was esp. good!),
watched the horse dentist in action and then listened to him play Celtic music
on his fiddle for entertainment. It was really an interesting and fun day. I got
to meet their miniature horses...not plastic ones like me but living breathing
ones. Cheryl owns many of them and also co-owns with Chris' other friend, Cindy,
a Buckaroo grandson named Lt. Dan. Now that must be a good thing because Breyer
made a model of Buckaroo!
It was a long day and we finally arrived home at 10pm.
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