Up and out to run some errands and visit the Y. But, first I need to eat lunch at Wilson's and go to Sister Bay for a grocery store run. It feels so strange to say I have to go to a different town (in this case, it is a village) to even see a grocery store. But, it is technically closer than driving from Joy's Black Forest house to King Sooper in Monument.
The day is reflective of a New England fall. The clouds are low and skimming over the surface of the bay. I can see to Peninsula State Park, but it is like I am looking through a specialty camera lens. Small fishing boats are trolling for the catch of the day, manned by sportsmen clad in rain gear. The remnants of last night's lullaby of a rain storm are cautiously lifting.
It isn't visibly evident, but the village is a buzz with preparations for the annual Fyr Bal Festival. Saturday will conclude with the Fyr Bal Chieftain lighting the bonfire at the Village Hall and participants along the shoreline following suit with their own wooden teepees.
I know this because of conversations I overheard in line while waiting to be seated for last night's musical. Wisconsin residents make a concerted effort to camp in Peninsula State Park around Father's Day weekend for the festivities. Cars are laden with outdoor gear and rubbermaid protected wood.
Arts and crafts, homemade food (there are no fast food restaurants in Northern Door), Norwegian dances, live music and multiple bonfires. What could be better?
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