It's true what they say about your wedding day: It will go fast. And afterward you'll most likely want to get back in line behind the kid sticky with cotton candy and ride the roller coaster just once more. But of course, you can't. And that's good, because how would you ever convince yourself to get back in that corset and heels? Suffice it to say, the day was sublime. And my calves still ache from four hours of dancing. Bliss!
Today, we rolled into Door County, Wis., with the sun beating down and raising a steamy heat. Our home base this week is in Ephraim (ee-frum), which happens to be the last dry city in the county, so we broke up the ride by stopping at Grandma Tommy's for a case of beer. They had Spotted Cow - made in New Galerus - what luck! Finishing up some leftover pizza with our sticky legs hanging out the open car doors to catch the breeze, I marveled at my ability to always pack for the wrong sort of weather. I have just two pair of shorts.
With one more stop for tea and coffe, we arrived in Ephraim in early afternoon and hid out in the shade of our resort room for a few hours. When we emerged around five o'clock to walk to supper, the sun was waning and our stroll was pleasant. Our Door County Fish Boil at the Old Post Office was a spectacle. Earl the "boilmaster" asked for any special occasions, and we admitted to being newly married. At this point, we received a packet with several goodies including a 1950s guide to housewifery. After explaining the history of the boil, Earl threw a small coffee can of kerosene on the fire to boil over the water and finish off our Lake Michigan Whitefish. It flamed wildly before simmering down. The food was mild and sweet, and much too much. Our waiter was concerned about our cherry pie, chiefly because we claimed to not want it, and he wasn't satisfied until we agreed to walk home carrying it in little boxes. What adventures will tomorrow bring? Sailing, perhaps?
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