Hungry Horse, Montana


Our trip to Montana is a Julia-inspired trip, so travel is different than a Brew Hut trip. We drove down to Chicago after making a quick stop in Whitewater for lunch with our son Justin. Then we checked into the Sheraton for a stay, park and fly package.

Our package included a $15 voucher for food and beverages, so we dined during happy hour and turned in early. Our early morning flight was delayed due to the need to find a replacement pilot for the one who didn’t show up. We ended up still landing in Kalispel in the early afternoon.

The accommodations were lovely: a log cabin just outside of Hungry Horse, Montana.


Our friends, Dave and Ruth, arrived a few hours later. I’ve known Dave since middle school. When Dave and I bicycled across Wisconsin in our late 20’s, he met Ruth. They later married, and Julia became very good friends with Ruth.

After an evening of burgers on the grill and brews on the patio, we were up early this morning to hike up part of the Columbia Mountain Trail, which is just outside Columbia Falls. The weather and hiking conditions were spectacular.



We all marveled at the incredible blue color of the Montana sky.

In the afternoon, after a quick stop at the Backslope Brewing Company, we drove to the Hungry Horse Dam, parked the car, and hiked back and forth along the top of dam.


Great hiking, friends and beers. A recipe for a wonderful trip.


Dog Days of Summer


Sirius is the Dog Star.  It disappears into the sun’s glow from July 3rd to August 11th. According to the Greeks and Romans, the dog days of summer produce heat, drought, thunderstorms, lethargy, fever, and bad luck.  I’ve experienced some of those things this week while making trailer repairs and completing hikes in the summer heat.

For me, it’s all about the humidity.  I was perfectly comfortable last September out west with hot, low humidity days and cool nights.  However, the high humidity and heat  in Wisconsin make me want to curl up on the basement couch and take a long nap.

Having said that, I did take care of a couple of repairs this week on the Brew Hut.  The first was rewiring the trailer plug again.  I am not getting any 12 volt power from the Nissan at the 7 wire connection. Instead, I was getting 12 volt power running from the trailer battery to the trailer plug.  That situation was causing blown fuses at the trailer battery.

Lots of other people on the internet seemed to have similar Nissan issues.  The brown relay under the hood was properly activated.  There might be a blown fuse somewhere, but the schematics in the owner’s manual are terrible.  One guy reported that he replaced the tail light fuse, and that fixed his 12 volt power problem.

But then I got to thinking. Maybe I really don’t want 12 volt power going to my trailer battery, which is a sensitive Renogy pure gel battery.  Gel batteries have a particular way to get charged, and a 12 volt line from the truck feeding constant voltage might not be the best idea.  So I just removed the 12 volt trailer wire from the connection at the trailer plug. So far, so good with no more blown fuses.  Now, I will simply charge the Brew Hut battery with either solar or a charger that I can plug in when I have AC power to the Brew Hut.

Some of you more savvy electrically-minded folks (than me) might be asking why my trailer converter isn’t charging the battery.  Ahhh, that’s because I believe the converter is dead.  Plugging into power wasn’t charging the battery or running the 12 volt appliances.  I ordered a new converter from progressive dynamics.  I haven’t decided yet whether I will need help swapping out the old dead one, but I’m not going to do anything with the new converter until it’s cooler out.

The final completed repair this week, and the one that convinced me to stop working on the Brew Hut until it’s cooler out, had to do with the water tank.  On the way back from Texas this spring, both metal straps securing the water tank snapped, allowing the water tank to “move freely about the country.”  Well, only a few inches from side to side in the water tank compartment, but that wasn’t sustainable without causing further damage.

I bought some strapping earlier this year to replace the snapped strapping under the grey tank.  That was a pretty easy job, although I’m getting to the point where crawling under the trailer isn’t my favorite activity.  The water tank is located at the rear of the Brew Hut, under the bed inside a fiberglass bench enclosure with a small access door.

There just isn’t much room to work under there.  I had all of the windows and door open, and I was soaking wet with perspiration dripping into my eyes and everywhere else.  I unscrewed the original broken strapping from the floor. The new straps needed to be screwed to the floor on both sides of the tank.  I was able to move the water tank over a few inches to barely access the back side (good thing I don’t have big muscular arms or hands).  After screwing those ends into the floor, I moved the tank a few inches in the opposite direction and attached the front side straps.  The original metal straps lasted 18 years.  I hope to never have to do that again.

Julia hoisting a Belgium style beer

Yesterday, we did what many Wisconsin folks do when it’s to hot and humid.  Julia and I went to a new brewpub:  Union Corners Brewery on Winnebago Street on the east side of Madison.  I’ve told Julia that I never want to live in Madison again, but if great brewpubs like this keep opening on the East Side, I might have to change my mind.  There are condos upstairs, and I was seriously thinking about buying one and never leaving.

The owner spent some time with us, talking about the difficulties of building the brewery and just getting things done in the People’s Republic of Madison.  In the end, although opening took much longer than was expected, Union Corners Brewery is a very comfortable space with 24 excellent beers on tap.  They currently feature 3 of their own beers, and that is going to quickly increase.  I had a Berliner Weisse beer that was perfect for a hot day:  mildly sour and low alcohol.  Julia had a Belgium Single with a malty, sweet finish.

The next Brew Hut journey won’t happen until August.  Until then, I’ll be taking daily long walks through Lodi, which end with Callie jumping into the creek.  We also like to hike at  Gibraltar Rock, which features shade and fewer mosquitoes/biting flies.  Later in the summer, we will travel with friends to Montana.  You  might not hear about that one until we get back, depending on internet connectivity.  With higher elevation, we should be experiencing cooler weather on that trip, I hope.

Win Some, Lose Some


This week, we drove up to Little Chute, Wisconsin to celebrate the birthday of Bob, who is my step father-in-law. When Bob and Berla married many years ago, a few eyebrows raised over the difference in their ages. Bob was significantly older and had a history of heart problems.  He spent freely (and generously).  He liked his evening Manhattans.  As things turned out, Bob outlived Berla (Julia’s mother) and celebrated his 90th birthday with…..a Manhattan party.  A large sign at the party described what goes into a Manhattan. (one third vermouth, one third cherry juice and one third whisky, along with bitters and a maraschino cherry as garnish.

Traditionally, during visits to Bob and Berla, Bob would always make me one of his special Manhattans, served in a large glass.  While very good, the drink was also very strong.  Bob confided to me that one wasn’t enough, two was perfect, and three was too much.  One was usually enough for me, especially the way he made them.

While my blog is not intended to glorify the consumption of alcohol, there’s definitely something remarkable about a guy who lived life fully on his own terms and made it to 90. You will notice that there is a modest-sized Manhattan in Bob’s right hand.



After all of this excitement, I decided to go camping by myself for a few days.  Too much social activity sucks away the energy from us introverts. Unfortunately, there weren’t many camping options without reservations for Saturday night.  I kept at it on Wisconsin’s new camping reservation system and found a campsite available at Mill Bluff State Park near Tomah, Wisconsin.

I’ve never been to this state park, despite passing its sign on Interstate 90/94 many times.  The available site had no hookups, which meant no air conditioning.  While I can brave actual temperatures below zero during Wisconsin’s winters, I am a wimp when it comes to hot, humid weather..  The weather forecast warned of heat index readings of about 100 for Friday night.

This park is deserving of a review, but just a short one.  The State of Wisconsin protected this lovely piece of property with a very cool bluff overlooking the surrounding countryside.  That’s the good news.  The bad news is that the State of Wisconsin then built a busy interstate and railroad tracks all around it.  This is a great park for people who want to get away from it all but miss the constant sounds of trucks, cars and trains.

Then it was hot.  Really hot.  And buggy.  The mosquitoes were eating me alive.  Callie, who is closer to ground level, attracted dozens of flies that were into her ears, eyes and the back of her head.  We got our hiking and climbing done, retreating to the heat of the trailer.  It was so hot that the Class B van from Nevada across from my campsite kept its engine running with the AC going from the time that I arrived until after I went to bed.

On Sunday morning, we got the heck out of the park and headed to the Driftless area of Wisconsin.  The original plan was to boondock at the Kickapoo Reserve, but the predicted storms and heat changed my mind.  We found a little town with an inexpensive campground and electrical hookups for $20/night.  I’m perched on top of a hill, watching the storms sweep across the valley.



This campsite is a winner.


Mauthe Lake Recreational Area


This weekend, Julia and I did something different:  we went camping with my adult daughter and her two friends.  Mauthe Lake is located about an hour north of Milwaukee and has 135 mostly wooded sites.  It’s part of the Kettle Moraine State Forest, Northern Unit. There are electric sites at Mauthe Lake, but our campsite was without any hookups.

We arrived early Friday afternoon in time to set up the Brew Hut and hike a few miles of the Ice Age Trail.  That trail runs through most of the state forest and cuts across this property near the entrance station.  Although rain was predicted for the entire weekend, the weather held off until the end, making for fantastic hiking conditions.




Allie and friends showed up in time for a supper of bratwurst, chips, IPA’s and homemade wine.  Setting up Grandpa Gene’s tent was a learning experience for all.  Allie also learned how to use Gene’s old campstove.


By ten o’clock, the old geezer (me) was ready to turn in.  As I heard the young women and Julia talk and laugh, I was reminded of my own early adult camping experiences and the foolish but fun times we had.

Julia and I rose early Saturday morning and hiked around Mauthe Lake.  The trail was wet.  In the beginning, we balanced on logs and jumped across stones to keep our feet dry.  By about halfway, the trail was so deep with water that it was pointless, so we just sloshed through, ankle deep.  By the time we arrived back at the campsite, the girls were hungry.

I fixed bacon, eggs, and toast for five on the two burner Coleman stove.  Then we went for a  3.5 mile loop hike around Parnell Tower.  Afterwards, we celebrated with two flights at SoLu Estate Wine and Meadery.  My favorite was the ginger root mead, but we took home a bottle of Highland’s Blend, a delightful red wine, reminding me of a spicy California Zinfandel.




After an early dinner of tacos, tortilla chips and guac, Allie and Company headed back home to Milwaukee. Julia and I sat by the fire, sipping red wine until after dark.

On Sunday morning, we drove out to the Long Lake campground to check it out. Most of the sites were located in scrub and without much shade.  We hiked some more on both the Zillmer Trail and the Butler Lake loop.  By noon, it was time to hit the taco truck in Campbellsport.  By the time that we hitched up and hit the road, the long-predicted rain started to fall.  All agreed that it was a great start to a Wisconsin summer.


Caregiving: A Partial Week in the Life


Father’s Day was a low-key gathering with Julia’s Dad and stepmom in attendance, along with our adult children, Allie and Justin.  Allie drove to our house from Milwaukee.  Justin was originally going to come home Monday night but decided to come home early.  My Father’s Day started early at 7 a.m with a 2 1/2 hour round trip to Whitewater to bring Justin home from college.  It was worth it to have everyone present.


The rest of the week was busy with caregiving for Justin.  A couple of blog readers have asked what that looks like so I thought I would write today’s blog to provide a small glimpse.  Most folks don’t understand the degree to which Duchenne’s muscular dystrophy affects young men in their late teens.  Justin still has some strength remaining in his neck and hands, but he cannot walk or transfer independently to or from his wheelchair.  I used to physically pick him up for transfers to save time, but he is now Hoyer-dependent due to discomfort that Justin experiences when someone tries to do a transfer without the lift.

Some people wonder whether life is worth living for someone with that degree of disability.  Able-bodied people mostly ask that question.  While mental health and social isolation are often issues for people with severe physical disabilities, there are still many opportunities for fun and living fully.  Justin goes out to restaurants and movies, attends concerts, engages in online activities (sometimes too much), and participates in mentally challenging activities (college).


Having said that, Justin begins every day waiting for a caregiver to get him out of bed.  This week, that was my job.  At school, he is allotted six hours each day by his care management organization.  The assumption is that  the personal care worker getting paid $11/hour shows up. Missing lunch or supper is an annoying inconvenience, but missing a morning shift is a big problem. Justin can’t get in or out of bed, sit up, or roll over.

That doesn’t even take into account Justin’s service dog, who obviously can’t let himself out to go to the bathroom from a locked dorm room.  At home, those aren’t issues because I’m across the hall.  But that also means that I need to be at home and available when Justin needs care.

Elvis the service dog appreciates that too.  I generally feed/water/bathroom Elvis about an hour before Justin is ready to get up.

Essential equipment

Caregiving starts with emptying the overnight urine bag.  I then retrieve a combo shower/toilet chair from the accessible bathroom.  I use a pad underneath Justin to roll him into position for the Hoyer lift.The Hoyer lift sling attaches underneath Justin at two points on the bottom and two points at the top.  There’s a manual lever pump that raises the Hoyer lift up under load and a pressure relief control that lowers him.  I raise him up from the bed and lower him into the bathroom chair.  Then I roll him to the bathroom and over the toilet where he begins his day.

When Justin yells that he’s done, I start the shower and roll him into the shower when the water is right.  I raise his hand to the water control so he can fine tune the temperature.  I wash his hair and the places he can’t reach, and place a bar of soap in his hand so he can wash where he can reach.  Then he soaks in the shower for about ten more minutes and yells when he’s ready.

From this point, I dry Justin off in the bathroom and then roll the bath chair into his bedroom, where the Hoyer lift is used to move him back into his bed with a towel underneath.  Justin is unable to assist with dressing so this process involves putting his clothes on, rolling him over when necessary to accomplish that, and readjusting everything when he is rolled to his back again.  I pull him up to sitting position, reattach the Hoyer, and transfer Justin to his wheelchair  After I put on his shoes and socks, he is pretty much ready for the day.

I fix his breakfast and clean up the dishes.  Now, I have a couple of hours to myself for taking Callie for a walk or errands.  Lunch and supper are each an hour and mostly involve food prep and cleanup. He can still drink and eat on his own, provided everything is set up ahead of time, including choosing softer foods.  Justin drinks from a straw.  At school, two hours total are allotted for lunch and dinner.  Justin is by  himself the rest of the day.  At home, there ends up being quite a few other times during the day that he asks for help.

At night, the reverse process occurs in order to get Justin ready for bed.  There’s normally no need for the bathroom chair–only a simple transfer into bed and undressing, which is much easier.  There are a few more tasks in getting the urine bag ready for use at night and getting his bi-pap machine ready (Justin uses a bipap machine for both sleep apnea and assistance in breathing due to weakened lungs).

During the week, we had time for a music outing at Capitol Brewery and supper out with Julia’s Dad at Fitz’s on the Lake.  I had a couple of doctor’s visits in Madison for Justin. He regularly sees 6-8 specialists who are trying to keep him both alive and with as much function as modern medicine permits.

Yesterday, after the final doctor’s visit, I drove back to Whitewater, shopped for Justin’s groceries, purchased his textbook from the college bookstore,  and dropped him back off at his dorm room (with Xbox) .  He’ll have a couple of weeks off to explore campus as a young adult before his next summer school class starts. We’ve encouraged him to get outside, do things, and get more involved.  That’s a big ask for Justin, but he says he’ll try.  He’s a great young man to get to know, but Justin has to open up for that to happen.  At home, we can’t shut him up, so we know he’s capable (right, Justin?).


Day Hike: Roche-A-Cri State Park


Julia has most Fridays off work, so we try to do something special together on the first day of her weekend.  Today, we were off to Roche-A-Cri State Park, located located about 30 minutes north of Wisconsin Dells.  While I’ve been to most of our state parks, we’ve never been to this one for some reason.  We were scouting it out for a possible camping trip and looking for a place to hike some new trails.

The main trail in the park is the Acorn Trail (3.5 miles).  Most of it is flat and travels through second growth forest.  At one point, there were some huge white pines that looked like virgin growth.  We added about another mile on Turkey Vulture Trail (beautiful restored prairie).  During most of the hike, temperatures were in the lower 70’s with light rain.




The highlight of the hike was the mound, which requires 333 steps to climb.  The trail to the mound and the area around the trailhead is not dog-friendly.  I counted at least 6 signs within 50 yards making sure that you knew man’s best friend was not permitted in this area.  I ended up waiting at the bottom with Callie (dangerous outlaws ready to make a getaway in the event a ranger thought Callie was too close to one of the signs), while Julia climbed to the top.


After our hike was finished, I went back alone and hiked up while Julia and Callie spent time in the truck.  I completely understand the need for dogs to be leashed and fines for people who don’t pick up after their pets on a well-traveled trail, but a ban?  It’s one reason not to return.  People are capable of a lot more damage than dogs. The other reason that I wouldn’t camp here is the significant road noise in the campground from nearby Hwy13. Otherwise, the campground was lovely with well-spaced sites.

At this point, Julia felt that a lunch and locally-brewed beer was necessary.  I was not going to disagree.  We drove to the Dells for a light lunch at the Riverwalk Pub and then took a short walk along the river. Wisconsin Dells is a great place for water parks, go-cart tracks, and Ripleys Believe It or Not, but you have to search out the natural beauty.



We then headed over to Port Huron Brewing Company for a tasting flight of beers to share.  After trying the hefeweisen, amber, pale ale, ipa, and porter, we brought home a growler of the Twelve Bottom IPA for future consumption.




We finished the day with a nice nap before grilling some fish for dinner.  The yard work would have to wait another day.



Camping with Elon?

 This interesting rig was in our campground last night. The trailer appears to be a prototype from a California start-up company.