We left my mom’s to go to my dad’s place in Holcombe, WI. My brother and his family joined us there as well and we had so much fun – except for the bugs! My dad owns 40 acres of field and 45 acres of wooded land with a beautiful stream running through it that empties into the Chippewa River. The mosquitoes and horseflies were vicious, but when we were in motion on Rob’s 4-wheeler , my dad’s tractor, or in the canoes and kayaks on the river, or in the water, we could keep them at bay without bathing in bug spray. Thankfully, the wood ticks are mostly done, so we found between us only a handful of ticks. Living in this place, my dad has experienced really bad Lyme’s disease symptoms two times and ehrlichiosis once, so we’re all rather aware of the ticks when we are there. A handful of ticks is much less than the 20 or so ticks my dad found on himself a couple years ago. We had some grand adventures with my dad. 

Paisley learned how to drive a beast of a tractor to mow his field, but she was rather bored until she figured out that she could listen to music while driving the tractor, then she was perfectly content. Olivia learned how to drive the 4-wheeler on the trails around the property and she had a ball. We paddled about 5-6 miles down the Chippewa one beautiful afternoon with a couple of kayaks and a canoe that took on water with some rapidity, so we had to stop a couple times to dump it out. My dad, Olivia and I were in the canoe and several times Rob would holler out to us from his kayak asking why we were paddling so hard and fast and my reply was, “Because our boat is sinking.” I guess my Minnesota accent is back because Rob has teased me incessantly since then about my MN o’s. (Alright all of you in NC, I can hear you now saying, “Was the accent really ever gone?” I guess according to Rob you experienced a rather milder version.)

One of the other adventures we had was climbing a Civilian Conservation Corps fire tower that was built as part of the New Deal prior to WWII after the Depression.  My dad took my brother and I there when we were children and we climbed it then and so it has become a rite of passage so to speak. We hardly trespassed at all: there were only something like three signs and one fence we had to get through to see as far as the eye could see across Rusk County in the middle of Wisconsin. It was beautiful! And Scary!  And the tower shook with the wind and with each step the person ahead of you or behind you took on the ladder.  Both going up the ladder and down, the muscles in your forearms began to burn. It was important not to look up or down, but rather to keep your eyes focused straight ahead and just keep climbing. It was exhilarating and was followed by ice cream in town. 🙂
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My dad raised some chickens last year, but this year because of the bird flu he couldn’t get any chicks so instead got 30 ducks, and we were entertained by them. They were very skittish and not sociable at all, but they were fun to watch. 

There is an endless supply of projects at my dad’s and Rob helped bear-, red squirrel- and chipmunk-proof his bird feeders. We picked strawberries and cucumbers and enjoyed lots of fresh air and peaceful moments. I can’t wait to return again for Thanksgiving to try roast duck. Thanks Pops!