I decided to venture out to collect memory rocks and investigate a new place to eat. Rita, the Milwaukee native, suggested sitting on the water at Fred and Fuzzy's. Great call.
The sky is overcast, so it is quite comfortable sitting in the sun.
The breeze off the bay gently whispers. A pair of seagulls plaintively request table food. They moan like domestic felines craving attention or a stinky dinner. As a patron walks the rocky shore, the cry increases to a defensive plea for privacy. Later, I realize the cacophony is a territorial argument between gulls.
A gaggle of geese (never imagined I'd ever get to use the phrase) floats toward the dock investigating prime grazing land. Among the adults are half a dozen goslings dunking their heads into the bay, causing their fuzzy bottoms to point skyward. The wiggling derrières bring a smile. On land, the adults stand sentry while the young forage, heads bobbing up simultaneously when a new noise breaks the silence.
Two houses on the water's edge, grand in size but unassuming in materials, are flanked with water toys awaiting a sunnier day.
A family relaxes on a pebble beach, the young at heart skip stones, the four-legged wag their joy as they fetch floating sticks. Energetic teens pull stunts on the water with raucous jet skies, creating a whirlpool pattern on the surface.
The tranquil dock is occupied by a detailed boater and a patient fisher, relishing in the mild day.
White and gray sea birds drag their Gordon fisherman yellow legs while landing and taking off from the glassy water top, intermittently snagging a tiny fish and swallowing it whole.
With the rocking music serenading the bar and grill customers and the wide expanse before me, I anticipate a more congested and active environment when the sun kisses this resort area. But, for now, it is perfect and dream-like.
My cousins own Sweetie Pies in Fish Creek.
ReplyDeleteI have always wanted to go to Door County, but have never gone.
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