|Riding the rollers through the driftless zone near Mineral Point|
There are times, I think, I forget how much I love summer. I always know I love it, and wait eagerly each winter for it to bloom, but it's not until it embraces me that I feel it's warmth settle into my bones at which point I relax fully for a few brief months. Nothing in this world--not even a good Bordeaux--can erase the creases on my forehead and send me into a total state of bliss faster than the arrival of heat and humidity. I'm sure part of this is because I was born late in one of the hottest Augusts on record. I'm a summer baby through and through and even though I enjoy winter sports like skiing and dog sledding, I would trade them all in for a longer summer.
You may ask why then, do I not live in Florida or Arizona. One simple answer--I love the biking in Wisconsin. My husband and I did live on the Big Island of Hawaii for a year, but the two safe bike routes wore thin after a month. I enjoyed so many aspects of island life, the biking however, was not one of them. This is a dilemma I've been struggling with most of my life. The areas of the United States that "should" have the best cycling and pedestrian paths actually have some of the worst conditions. So what am I to do but make the most out of winter and cherish every second of summer.
Coming off one of the longest winters I can remember, and one of the wettest springs, I was ready, once the solstice hit, to allow my white limbs to be kissed by the sun and ride like a madwoman. To celebrate, my husband and I chose a four day mini vacation to Mineral Point--only an hour drive Southwest of Madison, yet deep into the driftless zone. Our days consisted of three primary goals--biking, nature watching and eating--all to be done at a pace that matched the flow of molasses.
|Our home away from home for three nights|
|Bluebird Hill Cottage|
|The view from the yard--overlooking a pond and Mineral Point|
|Our former Capitol is behind me|
|Looking down into Governor Dodge state park from County Road Z|
|Looking down onto Yellowstone Lake|
Above me, wind does it's best
to blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful
|We watched these baby ground squirrels for hours|
Here is a small collection of pictures I took while exploring one of my favorite parts of Wisconsin on two wheels and by foot.
|Fields of corn and wheat "pulsing" in the wind|
|An icon in Mineral Point--home of the Cornish pasty|
|One of the many limestone cottages in Mineral Point|
|Mulberry Pottery, one of my favorite potters in the world|
|Hops farm outside of Governor Dodge state park|
|Me and my husband cruising down Norwegian Hollow Road|