On the Road Again

My father’s Celebration of Life took place last Saturday in an African-American Church that he attended from time to time in his childhood home of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My dad loved traditional gospel music, and he would have loved the musical performance. 

After we made it home to Wisconsin, we packed up a few days later, hitched up the Scamp, and drove north. 

Tonight, we are driveway camping at Julia’s brother’s cabin on Long Lake, which is near Gleason, Wisconsin. It’s a small place, started by Scott himself and then finished by his friends and family after Scott had a brain aneurysm at age 30. Scott nearly died after that incident and lost the use of his dominant right hand. This year Scott celebrated a life equally as long after his aneurysm as before. 

We grilled brats for dinner, served alongside baked beans and a salad. Scott and his friend Rick went fishing for crappies after dinner; Julia went along for the ride. I’m enjoying the view of the lake from the cabin’s spacious deck with Callie literally laying on my feet to keep track of my movements. 

Julia, Scott and Rick

We will stay here through the holiday weekend and then continue further north. We aren’t sure where we will stop next but have a couple of ideas in mind.