Yep, that’s a poop notebook. We found it near our campsite.
Camping was great. We were a little worried about not camping in Wisconsin, the land of anything-goes-as-long-as-no-one-dies, but our fears were unfounded. The funniest part is that the group sites are billed as ‘primitive’. I would argue, though, that ‘primitive’ does not include nearby water spigots and flush toilets a few hundred feet away. Apparently we’re really roughing it in Wisconsin with our shared water pump and pit toilets?
It was cold at night, but that’s still preferable to being in the 90s. Nobody wants to sit around the campfire and sweat.
On the way back, we stopped to wander all over the Franconia Sculpture Garden with Wendy, Bill, and Katie. Then Matt and I moseyed our way back down highway 95, stopping to climb down to the river north of Stillwater. Over on the Wisconsin side, we noticed a bunch of tents set up all along the beach. We have to find out more about that.
In Stillwater, we stopped for lunch at Smalley’s Caribbean Barbeque. I cannot even express how awesome it is. It’s probably a good thing it’s so far away, or we’d live there and I’d probably fall into the river drunk and float down to the Gulf of Mexico.
On second thought, that’s not really a bad thing.
I have many photos to come. 46 days and counting til our next camping adventure!
P.S. I’m totally caught up on Infinite Jest. One-third of the way done!