On Sunday afternoon, we began our trip north towards the Upper Peninsula (hence the onwards and upwards). On our way north, we stopped in at Mars Cheese Castle, just outside of Milwaukee, on Dave Drabs’ suggestion (and he was very specific-take exit 340, etc.). There was a 45 minute wait. Neither one of us has that kind of patience. 10 minutes okay, maybe even 20, but 45, nope. That, coupled with the fact that someone threw up in the doorway, and as Gary said, “you can’t make this shit up!.” It was time to move on. So, we loaded up on cheese curds, and sausage and some cheddar/blue blend, that I cannot wait to tear into. We drove on up toward Green Bay munching on curds and sausage. Bad idea. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

We got a room at the Hyatt in Green Bay for $68 a night! When we checked in, they said we don’t have the room that you reserved, so we’ll upgrade you to a suite. I’m liking this. Then we decided to go have some Wisconsin beer at  local pub, because, well, we’re in Wisconsin. What else are you gonna do on a Sunday afternoon?  The walk was kind of eerie. No cars driving around, no people walking around-we were both a little creeped out. We got to the first pub, and there were a couple of people there, but by the time we left, it was packed. With one bartender handling the whole bar. Very impressive! The bartender at the pub said it’s Double Bubble time. We had no idea what the heck she was talking about. You buy a beer, and the next one is free. This town is just one little surprise after another. Yay, Wisconsin! All this, and one of our best friends, Gary, is from Wisconsin.

On our walk to the next pub for dinner, we saw a marquis saying there was a concert that evening and one of the performers was St. Paul and the Broken Bones, which was a band we saw on our cruise in February. How cool is that? Anyway, the pub had live music on the patio overlooking the bay. After a bite we headed back to the hotel in the rain. This one time, the carry an umbrella in my purse and it won’t rain theory was blown. I got to use it.

It’s funny how little things mark the passing of time, for me, my 4 oz tube of Crest ProHealth is almost empty as is my 9 oz can of Vavoom hair mousse and quite honestly I should have brought an extra couple of toothbrushes-mine is looking pretty ratty and I will not buy one on the road with a ridiculous amount of them at home. For Rick, it was time for our second oil change since leaving (plus the little warning light was bugging him. a lot), and also tire rotation is in our future for the second time as well. The hysterical thing is we stopped at a little Mobil Lube & Oil change place in some obscure little Wisconsin town, and the three geniuses working there could not get the little “oil maintenance required” light to go away-to top it off the manager was a wealth of misinformation as far as trip tips go…. So for the next 22 miles that little light made my husband crazy and he could not focus on anything without complaining about the little light. He called the dealership in Tucson for help, got a recording and had to leave a message. I googled it, watched a video, we stopped and I re-set it. Yeah, I’m feeling cocky.