Door County Respite


For the last few years, once or twice per year, Julia and I arrange for a caregiver to come stay with our son Justin for a couple of days to give ourselves some alone time.  Justin loves it when “Steve” comes because the two of them stay up late, watch tv, play video games, and order out food.  Steve is familiar with Justin and the special needs of a power wheelchair user, so we never worry when Steve is in charge.

Last weekend, we took our respite weekend to Baily’s Harbor in Door County, which is located near the tip of the thumb of Wisconsin on the Lake Michigan side.  It’s a popular tourist area, especially for wealthy flat-landers who understandably seek to escape from Illinois.  The Lake Michigan side of the peninsula is known as the “quiet side” of the lake, where there are fewer souvenir shops and galleries and perhaps more locals and cherry orchards.  

March 23
We drove up on Friday, electing to travel first to Sheboygan and then meander up the lake shore to our Door County destination. One of our favorite spots in Sheboygan during the summer is the Harbor Centre, where vibrant restaurants and bars serve people strolling along the Lake Michigan’s shore and piers.  Things are a bit different in late March; we found many of our favorite spots not open for lunch on Friday and not many people out enjoying the breezy weather.


We did find one open bar and ate a “light” Wisconsin lunch of fried fish sandwiches (perch or cod) and coleslaw.  Then we continued driving up the coastline, past the nuclear power plants, until we entered Door County.  After checking into our AirBnb room just outside Bailey’s Harbor, we drove to Egg Harbor on the other side to enjoy the sunset. Then we ate burgers at Peninsula pub with craft beers.  I had the Land and Sea (1/3 pound burger with a walleye fillet) and a Naughty Faye porter by O’so Brewing.  Both hit the spot. We finished the evening at Door County Brewing back in Bailey’s Harbor.





March 24
We drove to Peninsula State Park in the morning and hiked several snowshoe trails that featured mostly ice, not snow.  The footing was hazardous, but Julia toughed it out. We treated ourselves to wood-fired pizza and specialty beers.


 The waiter talked me into the beer on the right, which was the most expensive beer that I have ever had.  He didn’t tell me the price, and I won’t confess here.  It was a Founders Canadian Breakfast Stout on draft, an imperial stout finished in bourbon barrels.  Because I’m a frugal person, I’d like to say that it was overpriced and overrated by the waiter.  But it wasn’t.  It was an incredible, balanced imperial stout that warmed every part of me.  I’m just not going to mention the price–ever.

During the afternoon, we went back to the quiet side of the Lake and experienced Cave Point County Park, a winter wonderland.  Lake Michigan’s waves crash into the side of the bluffs, creating natural works of art.




 We finished the day by hiking on the beach at Whitefish Dunes State Natural Area.  Hiking on the beach in March was a great way to wrap up a relaxing weekend together.



Breaking into Spring


My daughter is home for spring break.  Since we are in Wisconsin, and not South Padre Island or Mexico, spring comes later than what the calendar indicates. I’m still burning 24/7 in the wood stove that heats the house.  The heating season won’t end until close to Memorial Day. This morning, I hiked with Julia, Allie and Elvis on our circle around the Gibraltar Rock Natural Area.




The trail was mostly frozen, rutted mud with a few long icy/snowy stretches in the shade.







With about a week until my big trip south, I took the opportunity to start breaking in my new Salomon Trail Running Shoes.  They were recommended on several backpacking blogs as a lightweight alternative to much heavier hiking boots.  Since I will be truck camping rather than backpacking, I will probably bring along both the lightweight trail running shoes and my heavier Danner boots for comparison/contrast.  As of today, there is a significant amount of snow at Roan Mountain, so I will also be bringing my YakTrax for added traction.

The Salomon shoes feel comfortable to me already, but Allie and I will go on several more hikes in the coming week for some more “breaking in.”  Hiking above 5000 feet in the early spring will be enough of a challenge without worrying about blisters.

A trip to Urgent Care

This post is not about the usual hiking/travel, coffee or beer subjects. There won’t be photos, and it might make some people uncomfortable.  Read further at your own risk.  I’m going to try to complete this post without being political in any sense, but life is politics, so I may not be entirely successful.


When I was a young lawyer, I received a letter from an opposing attorney in a case which ticked me off.  I was all set to draft a combative letter in return and to the judge and to the client.  Before doing so, I went to my mentor (a partner at the firm) and told him about the situation.  He gave me a long, appraising look when I told him how I was going to respond.

“Yeah, you could do that, John,” he said.  “And then he’ll fire back another nasty letter, and it will escalate. You will be able to bill more hours.  Both sides will harden, and you will be in the same position as you are right now.”

“What should I do?”  I asked

“What I would do is pick up the phone and work it out,” he answered.  “You’re both smart and reasonable people.”

The advice worked.  I got what I wanted at at a cost savings for the client.  It was good advice then, and it is good advice now.  No matter who you are, we have more in common than what draws us apart.

During the previous post, I mentioned that I caught a bad cold and passed it on to the rest of my family.  Julia and I recovered, and Justin seemed to recover, but then he had a really bad relapse.  We were concerned that he might have pneumonia, which is a big deal with his weakened respiratory system.  We ended taking him to Urgent Care.

While I rarely go to the doctor myself, I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals and doctors’ offices due to Justin’s neuromuscular disease.  Waiting rooms are typically filled with sick people, and this place was crowded with coughing, sniffling people who generally looked “out of it.”  During the morning, a little boy threw up into a paper bag as he passed me on his way to the bathroom.
The only danger I perceived as I sat in the clinic was from all of the sick people around me.

 Justin and a young man were seated near each other, waiting to be called back for lab tests. The young man was African-American and of slight build.  I probably wouldn’t have even remembered him if not for what was about to happen.  Justin and Julia went back for more lab tests.  A few minutes passed.

Suddenly, I saw two security personnel at the front desk talking with several Madison police officers.  My curiosity increased as the police officers started walking towards me and then beyond me.  A few steps away from the young man, they slowed down.  In a calm voice, one of the officers politely stated that he knew that the young man was carrying a knife and asked if any more weapons were in his possession.

The look on the young man’s face was genuine shock.  He started to deny that he had any weapons and then realized that he had a visible but sheathed knife on the outside of his pants  His next step was to inform the officers that he didn’t have any other weapons.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked in a concerned voice.

 The officers stated that they would need to talk to him about that and to please stand up.  As this was going on, the few other people on that end of the building (besides me) were ushered to the opposite wing.  A private security officer placed herself in front of me  and apologized that something like this had to happen.

When the young man stood up, an officer on each side grabbed an arm, moved his arms behind him, and clicked on the handcuffs.  Then they sat him on his chair. He yelled out at the discomfort of sitting down while handcuffed.
I couldn’t hear everything that was said at this point while they talked with the young man, but I gathered that the officers were informing him that weapons were not allowed inside the clinic and that he had passed a sign advising him of that fact when he entered.

It didn’t surprise me that weapons weren’t allowed in the clinic, but I hadn’t seen or paid any attention to the sign when I came in.  I sometimes carry a knife in my pocket but not that day.  When I do carry a knife, I’m rarely conscious of my knife as a weapon. I consider it a tool that is used to cut stuff with, as needed.

Next, the young man was ushered out of the building through a back exit.  The law enforcement officers brought him around to their cars in the parking lot and talked to him for awhile.  I don’t pretend to know what was said or what happened in the parking lot.  I have no idea.  I did observe officers come in to interview clinic employees.  Everyone agreed that the young man had not brandished the weapon or done anything other than politely sit there waiting to be called for his labs.  Everyone agreed that clinic policy is no weapons allowed, and I heard the private security officer state it was policy to call the police in these situations.  “We have no choice,” she said.

Eventually, the police left.  Awhile later, the young man came back inside without any police escort or his backpack or his knife.  I could hear him talking to someone on his cell phone as he walked past me.  “Man, I’m going to jail,” he said.  “They found my pot.”

Without further incident, he completed his labs, saw the doctor, and left. He looked embarrassed but stayed calm, quiet and polite.   Undoubtedly, besides being sick, he was having a really bad day.

Those are the facts, as best I recall.  I honestly believe that private security and law enforcement did all of the things that they are “required” to do under the circumstances.  No one forced the young man to wear a knife on the outside of his pants or to have pot in his possession ( and it had to be more than just a tiny amount, which is decriminalized in Madison). I believe he made an honest mistake in forgetting about the knife and that he made a bad choice in carrying around the pot.

Having acknowledged all of that, I can’t help but think that someone at the front desk or a private security officer should have been able to exercise discretion and advised the young man of the no weapons policy and that the knife was considered a potential weapon. “Sir, you can’t come into this medical building with a knife (pointing at the sign).”

I also couldn’t help but wonder how many guys like myself have accidentally entered the clinic with a concealed pocket knife without being handcuffed and taken down.  I guess the next step in ensuring that we are all safe is to walk through weapons detectors on the way to the doctor.

Finally, I wondered what kind of world we live in where “policies” have taken away our discretion to solve problems like reasonable, intelligent people with common sense.  Make no mistake; this event will be costly to the young man and to taxpayers. Yes, there is a huge cost to “feeling more safe.”

Getting back to Justin, he was diagnosed with pneumonia, started a treatment with multiple antibiotics and is back at school.

Roan Mountain is still on the calendar for the end of the month, along with a short trip to Door County.  Back to our regularly scheduled program…

Grumpy Days


I haven’t had a bad cold for awhile, so I guess it was my time.  And then it was my son’s time and wife’s time, who are both annoyed at me for “making them sick.”    Yesterday Julia and I were feeling better so we headed off to Blue Mounds State Park to blow the stink off. 




The hiking was not ideal.  The trails were groomed for cross-country skiing, so the shady parts  were often covered with ice.  The sunny parts were a bit muddy.  Still, it was a great day to be outside.  In the middle photo above, Julia was channeling her father’s geology expertise, searching for precious stones and fossils.

After hiking the park’s perimeter trails, we drove over to Stewart Lake Park for the first time.  This is a Dane County park just outside Mount Horeb, Wisconsin.  We scouted out some hiking trails for a future visit and enjoyed the view of the lake.

 
We couldn’t leave the Mount Horeb area without visiting the Grumpy Troll, the local brewpub.  Julia had a Bock beer, half of a turkey and swiss on marble rye, and a cup of cheddar beer cheese soup.  I had a stout, a full Reuben sandwich, and a cup of the soup.  Our beers were good, but we both agreed that the cheddar beer soup was the best we have ever tasted.  It had little chunks of spicy sausage and was delicious.




 I am counting the days (three more weeks) until my trip to the Roan Mountain, Tennessee area.  In the meantime, I hit my goal of 90 consecutive days of 10,0000 steps or more and have increased my goal to at least 12,000 daily steps.

Going, Gone

They were the perfect couple for our Scamp and ready to take it on their own adventures.  We are relaxing on the spacious front porch of my ...