Monday, November 28, 2016

On the Rustic Road Again

I've been taking my mother on Rustic Road trips before the world as we know it ends or my car goes into a coma. There's a lot to see if you like cows.
Speaking of coma, although I've been trying to eat less candy, this old timey candy store exists a short and pleasant drive away.

B&B's in Montello, bumping dieters off the wagon for 47 years

And speaking of segues, did you know the owner of Segway drove off a cliff on a Segway in 2010? 

"I'm concerned about you."

What was I saying? Rustic Roads. Here are some furry red cows we found on Rustic Road 96 outside Cottage Grove yesterday. No, I don't know what kind they are, you're on the internet Google "what kind of cow is this" and let me know what you find.

Peeking out at RR 96

Tell me what these woolly bullies (or flossy Bossies) are and get a B&B's Country Store postcard fondest regards. Oh yeah, that candy is long gone.

The 2.3 mile Rustic Road 19 is more like a long driveway

Is it wrong to crave a burger? Possibly. Is it wrong to think the Pack will pull out of their nosedive tonight? Yes. But don't say that to Preston, one of the sweetest Pittie mixes to wear a Clay Matthews jersey. Like the guy from Merrill who is wearing shorts until the Packers win, Preston represents that Cheesehead loyalty which says, "Slow news day."

Has Trump's popular vote for ya right here

Friday, November 18, 2016

It's Only Going to Get Worse From Here or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Don

I finally peeked my head out to watch Trump's cabinet shaping up like The Simpson's Jury of the Damned.

Speaking of deals with the devil my Cub-loving relatives were still celebrating their victory last Friday at my Aunt Ginny's 95th birthday party.

Will never take off jersey

The two cousins in the middle are rabid baseball fans and the one wearing the Cubbie's jersey hasn't taken it off since the post...I'm guessing.

Aunt Ginny, 95 and still eating Black Jack Taffy, the Dempsey-Olson's Favorite candy

The real black cat was roaming around a crowd of loud Irish democrats wondering if this was his life now. Then he heard Jeff Sessions was part of Trump's Cabinet-in-Waiting and broke into someone's stash of medical marijuana. Maybe this is the real cat.

When you lose your gym membership, get creative

The little furball (not the one on the couch) is no stranger to Dempsey parties but has chosen to stay hoisted in mid-air for the next four years.

As the late, great Rik Mayall said, "Balls."

Although Black Jack Taffy brings back memories of my grandma and grandpa hiding them throughout the house I'm wondering if this basket of jumbo jawbreakers will stifle political conversation this thanksgiving.

Salmo Pond looking all I can't believe it's November and I live in Wisconsin

I think this incredible weather has been a last meal of sorts.

Have been taking my mother on Nature-centric road trips to soak up this end of days weather. Rustic Road 110

It certainly doesn't feel as if hell has frozen over, but I'll get back to you on that after this weekend. 

Plenty of vertical space, cats ok.

Can't swing Canada but am looking at other options.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Lazing On A Sunday Afrernoon

I'll go if you carry me

And all the leaves on the trees are falling

No, you're a foul shoe

We'll just watch from the shore

Does water look like leaves now?

Monday, October 31, 2016

Ninjas and Pink Flamingos

Pink Flamingos on UW Madison's Bascom Hill date back to a time when I could climb it while smoking a cigarette and drinking a Tab. Leon Varjian and the Pail and Shovel Party ruled campus when I first saw the hill filled with birds "blown in from Hurricane David."  Those goofballs made life more interesting and,  Mandatory John Waters Reference: It was Divine.
A fundraiser called Fill The Hill the Friday before Halloween brought the flamingos out again and an overwhelming sense of nostalgia brought Little Rat and me to campus.

His ascot was neither apricot nor ninja

We foraged for parking down by limnology first

Stop judging me, bird or I'll pee on you next—is that a tow truck?

Everyone loves me

I better get treats and walkies after this nonsense. What are you looking at?

Special Forces

I'm pretty sure ninjas don't have leashes. Is that a tow truck?

I'm a Hipster Ninja

Friday, October 21, 2016

What Brings You Here, Potter?

The 2nd Annual Harry Potter Festival in Edgerton does.  I was amused enough on Friday to return on Sunday. The weather was gor jus.
Note: I'm easily amused.
Another Note: Still too cheap to buy a map. 

Secretly hates Quidditch

The perfect spot for a cuppa with You Know Who

Bring on the pumpkin juice, ma

Not covered by Medicare

Hagrid's Hut decked out for the Fall

Sarge aka Fang and His Boyz

What did I expecto from this patronus? It lit up with fog effects at night

My Favorite (not on the Maurader's Map)

Bad Hombre

A lot of Trump supporters in line

And speaking of criminally insane with maniacal delusions

Making The Ministry of Magic Great Again

Monday, October 10, 2016

Oh My Dam

The Prairie du Sac dam attracts Eagle watchers, fishermen, kayakers and photographers. I won't bore you with stories of a younger me popping out of a kayak in class three rapids at the dam oops too late. We stopped by last week because my cousin isn't happy unless she's spotting an eagle or heron or pelican or egret or some such thing.  I didn't get very good shots of whatever large white bird I was attempting to capture, but of course, she did.
I was however fascinated by this guy zipping right up to the gates.

My fisherman cuz, Phil3, says, "Been there done that." He is insane.

I did capture this dam bird

And now for something completely different...

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Lost and Found

After rambling around Sauk County in the rain for hours last Saturday I didn't take the turn that would have lead me to this lonely little upright in Ableman's Gorge. I later found out my car has a bad water pump so driving back as planned was not an option until...
My cousin took pity on me and we visited Map Stop #36 on the Farm/Art DTour yesterday.
There I discovered that 36 is the loneliest number.

Red Piano in Ableman's Gorge

Lying down on the stage with the excuse of taking this shot

"Morning, noon and night it's drink and dancing."

Three different people hoped up on stage and played for us while I rested my aging carcass.
I kept expecting Lili Von Shtupp to tell me to get my feet off the stage.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Lost Again

I broke my own record for getting lost this weekend. I don't understand why people enjoy getting lost, have they never seen an episode of The X-Files?
"Oh look, glowing lights and blood beasts, you'd never see that on a map."
Speaking of which, $5 bucks for the tour map this year. I downloaded the free version which may explain a lot.
I'm talking about the route map for Fermentation Fest's Farm/Art DTour, my favorite fest held in one of my favorite parts of the state.
Despite dreary weather and torturous mosquitoes befitting of a Klingon Rite of Ascension, I stumbled on infectious music, creative conceptions and a lot of mud.

Yid Vicious plays Yiddish Dance Music on The Last Supper

The artwork in the video is called The Last Supper by Matthew Mazzotta. It's a portable table made to serve regional and endangered resources. There were menus and most notably working taps at every seat. Saturday they were serving a witches brew called Haymaker's Punch~Ginger, Honey, Maple Syrup, Apple Cider Vinegar and Water.

I would stay away from the punch Yid Vs

Ahh yup, Haymaker's Punch makes the sun come out

The day started out all dank and Halloweeny.

I was already lost about what, eight miles from the starting point?

And then it started to rain. Which really sucked because I had to go to the bathroom. But it looked pretty.

Wrong turn number two was fairly scenic

The rain and this sign did not help. The sun came out for a few seconds, hurrah.

The cows were staring.

From The Gallery of Stitches II Farm Form. This cow looks grumpy, but the quilt pattern is radiant

The little guy gave mum a sloppy calf kiss just before I got the shot. Don't you wish your eyes were cameras?

More from the Gallery of Stitches.

Getting looks from the sheep

Please be little bathrooms, please be little bathrooms.

Little pink houses for you and me, Gambrel Farm by Michael Kautzer

Enough for part one already ("Part one? Oh. Mah. Gawd.") it's already Monday so bring on the tunes. Sorry you're singing John Mellencamp now, but remember the title. I know it seems like a long time since you've read it.

Oh, okay.