The American Midwest

So we made a bit of a marathon run across the whitebread amazing American midwest.

Christina's masterful repacking in Greensburg left us with plenty of space, and a puffy, deluxe nest for Baxter in the back seats. Everything we need for camping is in those snazzy white bins; everything we need in the car is in reach under or next to Baxter's nest. I'm impressed, anyway.





From Greensburg we headed out around Chicago and through the corn western Indiana and Illinois. We went north from there and spent the night at a place called Mirror Lake, near the Wisconsin Dells. The Dells, as it turns out, are quite the little tourist attraction. The Waterpark density is about one park for every mile. We were most impressed with a place called Kalahari, which had lots of pouring water and fun rides for the kiddies. I'm not quite sure the owners are familiar with the concept of a "desert."

In any event, we found an open spot in a campground at Mirror Lake and spent our first tent night. Our neighbors turned out to be a couple of drunk soldiers who were "taking their queer friends out on their first camping trip." After pointing out carefully that they were in separate tents, they told us they expected to be pretty loud. We moved across to the other side of the campground and appreciated the Fair Warning. They were indeed rather loud. As for unbridled gayness, none was noted by us.


Baxter wasn't totally thrilled with the camping arrangement, but he appreciated a little outside time. He did demonstrate a knack for getting himself hopelessly tangled around anything at all while wearing his leash. We'll need to work on a better system.