Camp Green Lake

Dear Folks:

We made it to Green Lake, Wisconsin. There’s a lake and everything. You have to really, really want to get here. Because it’s off a couple of main highways and a county road. County Road A, to be exact. Which is after County Road EE and G and Y and B (tantalizingly close, that one) and C. No particular order. You pass acres and acres of cornfields, all knee-high or better. You pass tractors and combines parked in dirt turnouts. Swallows swoop up in the air and land on tall prairie grasses, sitting still and swaying at the top like circus performers.

It’s a feast for the eyes. Very much like this.

the shire

Except the houses aren’t built into the ground or anything.

While out on a run today, I saw a wild turkey and her poults. Wild Turkey and the Poults sounds like a rock band. I’m copyrighting it.

turkey and poults

I’ve never seen a turkey in the wild before. Most of them I find in the freezer section. I didn’t want to scare her, so I stopped running. The turkey looked at me, her babies milling around her feet. She couldn’t decide if I was friend or foe. Her tiny eyes blinked as she examined me. She seemed almost tame. Then I got closer, within five feet of her brood. Her chicks dove for the trees. She flew up into the branches, out of reach. She watched me as I passed by.

“Mom!” Ruby said. “I saw a blue jay, only it was all red!”

It was a cardinal, a bird we don’t have back home.


We have games as well as wildlife at Camp Green Lake. Bubbles are a favorite. Rolling down the hill entertains young and old. Boating out on the lake, the deepest in Wisconsin at 236 feet, yields this kind of scenery. You can actually sit on the end of the dock and spot fish, the water is so clear.


We each have our own rooms and our own beds, with panoramic views of the lake.No bunk beds. A fresh breeze flows through the cabin. No air conditioning necessary. We also have hot water and  indoor plumbing! No trips to the outhouse in the middle of the night.

What about the food? Glad you asked. We have a talented chef in the house. He employs his own rubs, secret recipes and excellent organizational abilities. We have a fire pit for s’mores, dug just yesterday. Also, we have emergency pizza. Who could ask for anything more?

Hello Mudda, hello Faddah. All is well at Camp Green Lake. I don’t want to go home.


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