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Mall of America Weekend Road Trip (August 7-9, 2020)

The Solo Traveler goes toMall of America

Sometimes the fun in a destination is the journey to get there.  I had a plan laid out to reach my final destination.  I wanted to go to Mall of America before I moved from Wisconsin to Florida, since it is so close in distance.  I knew once I moved, I would probably not venture back up into the Bloomington area, so better take a road trip this weekend.  So, I went online to check out possible routes.  Three main routes to get to Mall of America:  MOA as the locals refer to it.  One route was all highways (boring).  One route was mostly highways (uh maybe not).  One route up the middle paralleling the Mississippi River (and yes I just sang the M I double S I double S I double P I song in my head) was the third option.  Sold!!  Let’s do that.  It will take about an hour longer, but again, the fun is in the journey. 

I mapped out what was along the route.  Some decisions needed to be made on whether to go through LaCrosse or Onalaska to cross over the Mississippi River into Minnesota.  I chose Onalaska, so started researching things to do in this town of approximately 19,000 people.  Sunny the Sunfish, a Lock and Dam, The Lost Island Winery, and a Great River Trail.  Perfect.  It is about half way between my start and finish line, so will be a great place to stretch my legs and explore the area.  Plans already start to change about 45 minutes into my journey.  I forgot about the Castle Rock near Volk Field.  I must stop and explore.  Change is good, because once I got to Onalaska, plans changed again when I realized the winery doesn’t open for a few more hours and the trail is more of a bike trail and not hiking trail.  Hmmmm, what to do.  Okay, let’s find a hiking trail nearby, and then come back to the winery.  Saw on the Great Trail that there was a different Lock and Dam and possibly a beautiful hiking path in Trempealeau.  It is about 20 minutes north of current location, but then I can drive back south to pick up Sunny the Sunfish and get back on the destination road. 

As I drove, I noticed a brown sign, which is usually something historic or park like.  It said something about a historic bridge area.  I wasn’t able to read it so well, as the writing was small and I was driving about 45 m.p.h. (the speed limit).  Oh well, I will try to slow down when I come back this way, if I do.  Arriving in Trempealeau was exciting as there is a giant catfish to greet you into town.  Of course, I had to stop and take a picture.  It was a huge catfish (and it was wearing a mask…lolol).   I arrived at Lock and Dam No. 6, which is located at Mile 714.1 on the Mississippi River.  Now, this next part I am about to tell you, is absolutely why I love being a Solo Traveler.  I spent the next two hours, yes two hours, watching the gate close, the lock fill up with water, the barge get pushed through, the back gate close, the water lower, then the front gate open and off the barge went.  The whole cycle of passing one barge through the lock took about 45 minutes.  I didn’t actually time it, but that is what it seemed like.  I watched it twice because it is so fascinating.  Ask my daughter!!  She will tell you when she and I went to the Panama Canal, I just stood there in amazement watching the huge cargo ships pass through the canal.  Luckily, there was an ice cream shop, so I could bribe her for a while, but the ice cream was finished and so was she.  This time, it was just me, so I took the two hours to take it all in.  Lock engineering is just so amazing.

Wow, now I was getting hungry so decided to find a local restaurant for a late lunch.  I still have time for the winery.  It closes at 10pm.  Funny, as I don’t even like wine, but I like visiting places and partaking in the local flavors.  Plus, Lost Island just sounds really cool.  Finding a restaurant nearby that looked open didn’t happen, so I decided to head back to Onalaska.  Maybe I will find a restaurant along the way, and maybe even a trail.  Bingo!!!

Found the trail first, so food would have to wait.  Luckily, I had a protein shake on the road, so can hold off hunger for a while longer.  I did slow down for the brown sign which said McGilvray Historic Bridge Road.  Nice, a historic bridge.  Let’s go check it out.  I had my eye out for this bridge or another sign for the bridge.  The sign blended in with the landscaped, so sure enough, I passed it.  Was that even it?  I didn’t see any evidence of a bridge.  I turned around, safely, and drove back.  Doggone if I didn’t pass the sign again.  Maybe that IS it and the bridge is hidden in the woods.  Well, that is nice as I wanted a hike.  What better hike than to a historic bridge?  The parking lot is sort of hidden too, so be on the lookout if you are venturing out this way.  Parked and read the information bulletin to find out that this historic bridge is not just one, but seven.  The Seven Bridges Road, built in the 1800s, created a faster route between LaCrosse and Trempealeau Counties crossing over the Black River.  This hike is a 1.8 mile trek that literally crosses over six bridges (as the seventh one no longer exists).  Highly recommended as it is remote, quiet, and an easy path for walking (no steep grade on this trail).  I found that I was mesmerized by all the wild flowers:  so beautiful, if you are into flora.

Back at the car and now I am really hungry.  Let’s head back to Onalaska to that winery.  Maybe they have food too as the pictures looked like maybe it did.  The route back naturally took me by Sunny, so had to stop there for a moment and “catch” a picture of him.  This is also a beautiful view from the Wisconsin side looking onto the Minnesota side with the Mississippi River in between.  Just made a quick stop here as my tumbly was  grumbly (any Pooh fans?).  And like a light in the middle of darkness, I turned around to see the Blue Moon restaurant looking back at me.  Ahhhhhhh (in angelic voice)!!!  Across the street I went and settled in for a salad, onion rings, and a lemonade.  Yum!!  That hit the spot. 

 I am good to go!!  Let’s get to the winery, check it out, and then keep on trucking to Mall of America.  Just to put into perspective time spent in this whole area, I started out at 7am from Madison, Wisconsin, drove two hours to Onalaska area, and now it is 5pm.  That is how much I enjoyed those few things I did.

Well, The Lost Island Winery was a disappointment.  I guess I was thinking a unique building with a beautiful garden, maybe an island theme.  I didn’t even get out of my car.  I drove by a set of 3 attached buildings with the winery in the middle.  Concrete and brick, nothing special.  Maybe the inside was island themed, but I couldn’t do it.  I just drove by.

On to the Minnesota side.  Wait, another lock.  The one I originally had on my list.  Gotta stop and check this one out to.  Lock and Dam No. 7.  First, you drive over the bridge where you can see the lock, and then you drive around to look up at the bridge.  That is the view of No. 7.  I didn’t spend two hours here, but did spend a moment taking in more of the engineering ingenuity.  Marvelous!

On the road again, to quote the Willie Nelson song, which I do have on my Road Trip 1 CD (customized by me for me).

Going back up to the bridge and heading west with just a few feet before the official Minnesota welcome!!  This hour longer drive is because I wanted to follow the Great River Road.  While a nice road and easy to drive, I went slower so I could take in all the scenery.  There were a few strategically placed overlooks, so I stopped here and there to take a few photos.  Driving west at now 7pm also allows one to watch the sunset.  Gorgeous!

Now, I am about 30 minutes away from my destination.  I had no lodging plans, no reservations made for sleep.  Figured I would get to Bloomington and go from there.  Lo and behold, just a walk across the street, were many hotels to choose.  Let’s go with Tru by Hilton since 1) I am a Hilton Honors member and 2) I have points saved up.  Into the room at 9pm and into a deep sleep I go.  That was Day 1.

Day 2 started off with a bit of laziness, with a bit of deciding whether to get up and do a long run or not.  I soon talked myself out of a long run, and decided to just sleep in and enjoy some rest, then will walk over to the Mall of America.  After all, that was really the whole point of this trip.  Walked over to the Mall around noon (as it only opened at 11am, so didn’t miss much except for the crowds to spread out) and didn’t leave until closing (7pm).  Yep, I spent seven hours inside of a shopping complex.  If any of you know how big Mall of America is; you can totally see why seven hours is fairly reasonable.  The intent was not even really to shop, as I am not a shopper, but I wanted to see how many steps I could get in by walking almost every square inch.  Also, wanted to be able to say, “Yeah, I’ve been to Mall of America.”  Garmin on wrist and off I went.  I did purchase a few things here and there, not much, but boy did I get some steps in: about five miles worth!!  Plenty to see like Legoland and the fantastic larger than life Lego statues; Kaleidoscope, a butterfly display by Christopher Lutter-Gardella; and practically every shop one could hope for.  Lots of food court options to choose from along with a Rainforest Café and Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville.  That is where I ended up, in Margaritaville, because I knew it was 5 o’clock somewhere. 

After closing, walked back over to the hotel to do a bit of research for tomorrow’s adventure.  As I walked into the lobby, I noticed the mural on the wall with Prince???  Is that Prince???  Then I vaguely remembered, oh my gosh, I think Prince is from this area.  Sure enough, looked it up and Prince’s Paisley Park is just 30 minutes away.  Well, guess what I am doing tomorrow? Looked up available tours, only one was at 4:30pm tomorrow (Sunday).  Well, darn, I really wanted to be home by then, so maybe I will just go to Paisley Park earlier and see the outside.  Oh, and I also found out that there is another mural of Prince nearby.  I could see that as well on my way out.  Cool.  Day 3 is now planned.

Funny how plans never go as well, planned.  I woke up, and after convincing myself that I was truly going to be in vacation mode and not run on this trip, I woke up feeling antsy to run.  Okay, okay, I will go for a short run.  My friend and I were supposed to run 20 miles this weekend to keep on track with our training.  I wasn’t feeling the 20, but I will do three.  I get dressed, and by the time I leave my room, I think, okay, I could do 5 miles.  Exit out the front door and think, okay, okay, 6 (three out and three back).  I start running and within a mile am bored on the sidewalks and roads because I am so use to running on trails.  Maybe I will just run three. 

Two miles in and I am not sure I can run another mile.  Oh, wait, “How far away is that Prince mural”, I asked myself.  I looked it up and it is about 10 miles away.  Purpose!!  A goal!!  I will run there.  So I ran 10 miles for a total of 13, yes just to see a Prince mural.  The run quickly turned into an “art walk” as many murals decorated the streets.  And yes, 13 miles for Prince because, well, it’s Prince after all.  I had already planned to just run out there and take a RideShare back as I really didn’t want to run 20 miles.  So, I did.

Back at room, quick shower, pack, and head out to Paisley Park.  I go straight there so I can see the wonder of Prince and then head home.  Plans changed again, when I thought, “Hmmmm, wonder if there happens to be an opening in a tour.”  Maybe someone is a no-show.  Looked it up, and YES, there is a tour spot in exactly 8 minutes.  Quick, buy the ticket before someone else gets it.  Done!

Now, what happens in Paisley Park, well, I might say stays in Paisley Park, only because I cannot explain my emotional journey, my emotional connection within Paisley Park.  Truly, I am not sure what happened, but I felt so many emotions as I walked the halls of Paisley Park, the same hallways that Prince did.   Stood in the same rooms as Prince stood.  I was that tourist that the guide had to keep asking to move to the next room.  I felt some connection, some bond of life within these walls.  My experience cannot be put into words.  I only have a few pictures, as in honoring Prince’s wishes of no photography while he lived; the staff continues this respect in his death.  Only a few select areas were allowed to be photographed.  Enjoy, as I encourage you to visit and create your own experience. 

Go where you want, when you want, for as long as you want:

Alli L

For all the photos, go to @TheSoloTraveler50 on Facebook

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Fiji in July (2006)

Fiji Diving

Bula!  All I can say is Fiji is absolutely the most beautiful, the clearest, and the warmest place I have ever been.  If you only had a choice of one dive spot, make it Fiji.  You will not regret it.  A group of us went to Fiji on a church mission trip.  A very remote community needed helped to build bungalows for a summer camp sponsored by the local church.  Many of us didn’t even hesitate to raise our hand to help.  I mean, this is Fiji we are talking about.  If you have not been there, or even seen pictures, here is a glimpse of what you might see.

Our group went in July, which is Fiji’s winter, so the warm weather was much enjoyed without being overheated.  The air was fresh, the islands peaceful, and the people were definitely the friendliest that you will find in all of the earth.  In my travels, I usually go to one place, then am ready to move on to the next, wanting to see as much of the world as possible.  Fiji is that one place that I would definitely visit again and again.

THE RESORT

After the mission trip was over, the group had already planned to stay a few extra days as down time before heading back home.  A few less decided to go SCUBA diving.  For the most relaxing getaway, I recommend a wonderful resort named Club Fiji which had its own Fijian flavor restaurant and bar, serving generous portions of food and drink.  The totally timber resort sits right on the Nadi Bay beach where you can horseback ride, enjoy a beachfront massage, or engage in several non-motorized water activities.  Everything (except your room) is in the outdoors with a thatched roof, so you can feel the warm breeze and breathe the fresh air at all times. The rooms were small double-sided bures (cottages), which held 2-3 people very comfortably, each with its own bath, refrigerator, and coffee/tea maker.  The sounds at night were of birds and waves.  No traffic, no stress, and no worries (which became my mantra). 

Club Fiji is easy to get to from the airport, as it is less than 5 miles from the Nadi Airport and less than 3 miles from the downtown area (but since I am a runner/walker, easily walked too as well).  Taxis are readily available and fairly inexpensive.  The downtown area was full of shops from souvenir type shops to full scale retail stores to specialty stores.  The resort can arrange a ride for you and are happy to do so.  There is also a travel agent there helping with any excursion you might want to partake in – skydiving, hiking, waterfalls, farmer’s markets, and of course, diving.  For those of you who can’t handle the disconnect from the electronic world, downtown Nadi had an Internet Café or two, but I was glad not to use it. 

THE DIVE SHOP

Taveuni – I recommend the dive shop at the Garden Island Resort Taveuni.  The shop was small, but had all the necessities for equipment rental; not much on buying extra gear or accessories.  The dive boat was small with just about 5 or so other travelers on it, but made for a very intimate setting, which was most enjoyed.  The dive masters were even more enjoyable.  They were friendly and so much fun to hang out with on the dives. 

Nadi Bay – For the life of me, I can’t remember the name, but do remember the shop had all the equipment needed.  I found that the dive masters in Taveuni were much friendlier than the ones here (and if I ever remember, I will post it).

THE DIVES

The first two dives were in Taveuni, nearby a remote village on the island of Vita Levu.  You can hire a boat to take you to Taveuni.  If diving is not your thing, you might enjoy the Waitavala Waterslide and waterfalls, a natural waterslide in a rainforest setting.  Taveuni is the more populated and touristy island of Fiji.  The resorts are bigger and geared towards the tourist, so of course, think of price when you book your vacation to Fiji.  Taveuni does have its own airport, so you can fly directly there. 

In order to best describe the dives, imagine being in the film “Finding Nemo”.  If you have ever seen that movie, then you have seen the under waters of Fiji.  I literally swam with Nemo, and Dori, Gill, and Crush, or at least a family member of each.  I couldn’t believe all the colors and variety of fish that I saw.  I know the number one rule in diving is not to hold your breath, but it was all I could do to breathe in all the amazement of marine life.

The first dive lasted a glorious 45 minutes exploring The Ledge at 66 feet which has brilliant colors of fish like triggerfish, bannerfish, angelfish, and butterfly fish with many colors of basslets, wrasse, and damsel fish.  The depth did not comprise color or clarity as the visibility was over 100 feet.  I also had a bonus of seeing a soft coral (of the Family Alcyoniidae), that when touched turned a different color; simply amazing.  I truly enjoyed this dive with little current and much to explore.

The second dive at Jerry’s Jelly was even more brilliant, if there was such a thing.  At 60 feet, I received another bonus of seeing a coral actually “disappear” when touched (shrinking inside their tubes really quickly).  How much amazement can one person handle?  I was delightfully overwhelmed with all the beauty.  Also in view was a few white-tip sharks, a moray eel, the “Nemo Gang”, and various colors of common sea fans ranging from purple to deep burgundy with many oranges and reds all around.

The second two dives were in Nadi Bay near Club Fiji. After the dive, I was conveniently dropped off right in front of my room at the resort.  Only had to walk a few feet in the water to get to shore.  That was a special treat.

The third dive went to the Tavarua Wall which took me down 70 feet along all the while just drifting the entire dive.  No color or clarity was lost in the drift.  On this dive, I could see beyond 100+ feet.  The “now usual” Nemo Gang was hanging out, plus an orange-spine unicornfish and a humphead bannerfish.  After drifting for 35 minutes (kind of a short dive – still with 1200psi in my tank) I surfaced over 600 feet from our boat, but thankfully the boat came around to pick me up, so need to swim to it.  So nice just relaxing on top in such a gorgeous, sunny body of water.

The last dive was to Wilke’s Passage, which was named after a U.S. Navy Captain Charles Wilke’s, who explored the South Pacific.  The area is also known as the Fish Market and that becomes apparent once you descend down the 50 feet to the bottom.  I felt like I was in the fish’s way, as everywhere you turned were schools upon schools of fish.  Emperor angelfish, masked bannerfish, and trumpetfish were plentiful.  I was as happy as a kid in a candy store (that’s about the only way I know to describe it).

I enjoyed every bit of this trip.  The diving was great, the people were greater, and the peace felt after being there, disconnected from all other parts of the world, was simply unmatched by any other place that I have traveled.  “No worries” became a lifestyle, not just a phrase.  The only warning I can give you about Fiji is beware of the Kava.  That is for another time!!

Go where you want, when you want, for as long as you want:

Alli L

For all the photos, go to @TheSoloTraveler50 on Facebook

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Door County Weekend Road Trip (July 10-12, 2020)

Door County Road Trip

It started off as just a typical “Let’s go camping weekend”, but it soon turned into a “Let’s see how much of Door County we can squeeze in in a weekend!”

The Solo Traveler invited a few friends on this journey as we traversed the Door County area.  Where is Door County?  Imagine the state shape of Wisconsin.  See the “thumb”?  That is where Door County resides, between the Green Bay area and Lake Michigan.  This past weekend, the weather was so perfect for not only camping, but running, and sipping cherry drinks outside.  Yes, seems wherever I have gone lately there has been some adult beverage involved.  The funny thing is, I don’t even drink a lot, but when I do, I enjoy the local flavor of the area.  This area is known for cherries: cherry pie, cherry lemonade, cherry mimosa, cherry jams.  This time of year, the cherry blossoms have gone, but the fruit is now visible.  Red dots covered the orchards on the roadsides.

So, one of the best parts of traveling with friends, is traveling with friends who know the area.  This is how we squeezed a week’s worth of stuff into one weekend. 

We arrived on Friday night, around 9pm to our campsite, thanks to me for taking the long away around Peninsula State Park in Fish Creek.  Got settled in rather quickly, then enjoyed a small fire.  Off to sleep so we could wake up refreshed the next morning, because with any vacation, one must run.  What better way to see the park than to run 13.1 miles of it.  We stayed to the bike trail and enjoyed views right by the water’s edge. 

After the run, a quick lunch, but delicious homemade pizzas.  Thanks Jessie for whipping that up so quickly.  Absolutely hit the spot, so we could be on our way for some Door County Tastings!!

First stop, Door County Distillery.  They offer six samples of wine/spirits for free.  I still can’t believe it. I kept asking, are you sure this is free.  I felt so guilty that I went ahead and purchased a Cherry Lemonade Moonshine to help cleanse the pallet in between tastings.  Tip on the moonshine, be prepared if you indulge in the moonshine saturated cherry that tops off the drink.  Just sayin’!

Stopped in at the gift shop to make some Christmas gift purchases, then drove just a little ways north to the One Barrel Brewing Company.  Now, I don’t like beer, but this was a nice place to sit a spell outside in the gorgeous, gorgeous sunshine and munch on some pork rinds.  Those that know me, know I don’t eat pork, so don’t fall off your chair.  These pork rinds were plant based and absolutely delicious.  I just had to try them and see if they were any good.  Yep, ate the whole bag.

It is now nearing late afternoon, so we head back to Fish Creek to do some window shopping.  Okay, I did buy a few things.  I couldn’t help it, there were anchors everywhere.  We took in the little shops that lined the town, before going to our next adventure/experience, a fish boil.  Have you ever been to a fish boil?  I hadn’t and boy was it amazing.  Luckily, I got to watch the demonstration twice because the first time I was in so much amazement, that my eyes couldn’t take it the “explosion” in its entirety.  The second time around, I watched while filming in slow motion so I could go back and let my eyes take it all in slowly.  The fish boil is highly recommended at Pelletier’s. 

We thought we were done for the night, but remembered ice cream.  We went in search of, had some great places to choose from, but alas, we were still so full from the fish boil (two pieces of fish, potatoes, onions, bread, and a piece of cherry pie), that we postponed that part of our meal. 

Now, it’s time to drive back to camp so we can pick up our chairs?  Why?  The sun is about to set over the water, and it is not to be missed.  Do remember a chair though, as the as the benches can only hold so many people.  And many people view the sunset.  The sun sets right into the water and is so relaxing to sit in the comfort of a camp chair and take it all in.

We skipped the fire on Saturday night as we pooped from the day and tomorrow will be another packed day of fun.

Sunday morning, oatmeal breakfast, packed tents, and more to see.  Off to see some goats.  These are not just any goats.  These goats live on a roof of a Swedish restaurant called Al Johnson’s in Sister Bay.  Now that is a sight to see.  I would definitely recommend visiting there.  Be warned, to get a table, the line may be a bit long, because who doesn’t want to eat where goats live above on the roof.  Make sure to give yourself time in Sister Bay because the town is cutesy for sure.  Cute shops line the street as well as a small walkway lines the shore.  We stopped for breather here; one last deep breathe before heading back home.

The route back home had other detours along the way, because we were so close to Northport (the furthest point on the Wisconsin “thumb”), might as well drive there.  Northport led to Gills Rock that led to Bailey’s Harbor, where we stopped for lunch.  How many cute little towns can Door County have?  Every single one is cute!  Lunch was found at Harbor Fish Market and Grille:  great outdoor seating overlooking the water with fabulous service.  After lunch, a little window shopping, then back on the road to home.

Speaking of home, we made one last detour to Algoma.  Where is and what’s in Algoma?  It may not be a typical tourist stop, but when your friend used to live there, you just have to go see her home.  Thanks Jessie for sharing with us where you grew up.  Algoma is a cute town and guess what?  It has a winery.  We had to stop in at the von Stiehl Winery, Wisconsin’s oldest licensed winery, and partake in a tasting.  I found a few favorites despite the fact that I usually don’t like wine.  I do like the sweet versions so found an Orange Muscat, a Sweet Cherry, and a Sparkling Crimson Royale.  I may or may not have bought a few bottles; to support the local economy of course.  A bottle or two may or may not be given as a Christmas gift this year. A bottle may or may not get drunk before that.  Who knows?  LOL

The beauty of traveling solo is that you can detour and zig and zag at will.  Usually, when you are traveling with others, these opportunities are lost.  I have to say though, this trip, we zigged, we zagged, and we LOVED it.

If you are looking for a long week or a jam-packed weekend, Door County is the place to be.  Go to relax, go to drink, or go to be active.  Door County has everything.  Thank you Door County for the hospitality!!

Go where you want, when you want, for as long as you want:

Alli L

For all the photos, go to @TheSoloTraveler50 on Facebook

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Pictured Rocks Weekend Camping (June 19-21, 2020)

Kayaking Pictured Rocks

Looking for that picture perfect getaway?  Look no further than Munising, Michigan.  Never heard of it?  What about Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore?  To say this area is extraordinarily beautiful would still be an understatement.  The colors, the layers, the formations are truly picture perfect, especially by kayak.  Where are Munising and Pictured Rocks?  It is in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan or the UP as locals call it.  Once you have been on the waters of Lake Superior, you will understand how the lakeshore got its name. 

If you don’t know where Munising is, you may want to look it up, as it is as far north as one can get in Michigan without a boat.  We were literally on the north side of the land bridge that connects Michigan to Wisconsin above Lake Michigan.  The drive for us was about five hours, and was a beautiful drive hugging the coast line of the great lake of Michigan crossing into the peninsula, and eventually landed on the land mass that separates Lake Michigan from Lake Superior.  Did you know that Lake Superior is the largest of the Great Lakes?  Did you know that Lake Superior is the coldest of the lakes?  Did you know that Lake Superior has a depth of over 1300 feet in some locations?  There is a volcano under all that water.  Well, I now have 1001 facts about Lake Superior and the Great Lakes, but like with the cranberries, will not share them all here.  You’ll just have to stop in and gather your own facts.  I just kept learning more and more as we paddled along the lakeshore of Pictured Rocks on our 11 mile kayak journey. 

But wait, let me back up just a bit as we didn’t just drive up and jump in our kayaks.  We drove to the Bay Furnace campground, which is part of the Hiawatha National Forest, where we set up camp for the weekend.  Where is that you say?  In Christmas!  Yep, there is a town called Christmas, population 1071, and the Bay Furnace is located right there.  A big Santa statue greets you on your way in, but don’t blink, or you will miss Christmas.  Cute little town with a casino and a couple of local favorite restaurants.    

Having a long weekend was just the right amount of time for this trip.  Left Friday morning, drove the five hours through small towns and beautiful scenery with a few stops along the way.  Thankful for Escanaba as that was the last “big” town before hitting the UP.  Make sure you gas up there, not only your car, but yourself as well.  We actually stopped at a sandwich shop, then drove to the State Fair Grounds nearby to have a picnic style lunch at the park’s gazebo.  Perfect place to stop and stretch the legs before getting back into the car and heading to the campground.

Once at the campground, we were thankful the rain held off, so we could set up tents and go on a short walk around the area.  Lake Superior borders the grounds with a beautiful view of the massive body of water.  Time to take some selfies and explore the area.  Nearby is the namesake of the campground where iron ore was smelted so many decades ago.  Did you know that glass rock can be found along the shoreline?  But as researched has shown, it is obsidian or is it iron slag?  Obsidian is made by the forces of volcanic nature while slag is made by the forces of man.  Go do some exploration of the shoreline around Bay Furnace and see what you think.  Is is Obsidian or slag??  Since both volcanic activity and iron ore activities took place in this same area, it could be either!!  Curious to see what everyone else thinks. 

Now time to walk back to camp for some dinner and to rest up for our paddling adventure the next day.

Saturday comes and it is rainy, but after all is said and done, rain should not be a show stopper, because kayaking in and around this lakeshore was so worth it.  This is the part of the story where I became that Solo Traveler.  My friends were already coupled up, leaving me to be the solo rider in a tandem kayak.  I didn’t know all the kayaks were tandem.  So that changed the dynamics, but to my benefit, I got to partner up with the tour guide.  SCORE!!   I got all the touristy info and then some, and some really cool backside photos.  Logan was so well versed in Pictured Rock geology and history, it was awesome to have him in my kayak spitting off fact after fact.  You know, all those 1001 facts about Pictured Rocks and Lake Superior.  But sorry, you don’t get all the facts here, so you will just have to plan a trip with Uncle Ducky and hear the facts for yourself.  I can tell you though; Pictured Rocks is nothing like I have ever seen.  The colors that literally paint the rocks are fascinating with the reds and oranges of iron, the browns and blacks of manganese, the white of limonite; and if you are lucky, the teal/blue of copper.  Going through split rocks and small caves to sandy beaches was just so amazing.  The landscape of the area is hard to put into words.  Is hard to paint a picture (huh pun on words).  Pictured Rocks is truly a must see to comprehend.   So, go ahead and plan your next trip to Lake Superior and Pictured Rocks.  I promise you will not be disappointed.  Well, you might be disappointed if you are not an outdoorsy person, so keep that in mind, but if you love kayaking, exploring nature, and geological wonders, then definitely plan your next trip to Munising.

And yes, while Munising is a small town, there are plenty of restaurants, like Foggy’s, where we gorged after the all day water ride.  Oh, oh, and you must have a Pasty (rhymes with nasty)!!!  What is a Pasty?  I had to ask the same question.  It is best described as a crimped pastry filled with goodies like meat, potatoes, vegetables, or any variety thereof.  There is also a few breakfast versions with sausage and eggs.  My friends recommended I try one as it is the UP thing to do.  I did.  I loved it.  It was a great complement to the six mile run a few of us had done on Sunday morning before packing up and leaving.

Yes, if you are a runner, the trails that border the lakeshore are simply gorgeous.  Early morning run with the mist coming in off the lake is truly peaceful.  Thanks to Dr. J for running with me and sharing in the Terabithian experience! 

Thank you to my friends who made this trip so special, as I hung up my Solo Traveler hat briefly and embraced the value of friendship.

Go where you want, when you want, for as long as you want:

Alli L

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Bermuda Racecation (January 16-22, 2020)

The Solo Traveler Goes to Bermuda

The mystery of the Bermuda Triangle has been solved.  Now, if you are looking for some scientific phenomena explained here, go elsewhere.  This report goes deeper than any scientist has gone before.  Ready for it?  Here it is:  the reason that people “disappear” in Bermuda is because once there, you never WANT to come back.  Let me explain.

So, I found out that Marathon Travel and Tours (MTT) had this really unique trip organized for runners.  Yep, three days, three races.  I had already been training for something, so thought, why not?  I will sign up for three races in three days.  Long weekend, get some running in, and boom back home in a jiffy.  Well, once I got that package all booked with flight, race entry, and hotel, I bought a book.  The Frommer’s Travel Guide to Bermuda.  Now, the race package was just that; an organized plan to get you to the races and get you feed in between.  But, after I read through the Frommer’s Guide, I knew I needed to extend my trip by a few days or so.  I read and read and read about Bermuda, the pink sands, the emerald blue waters, the hospitality, and the easy of navigation.  You see where I am going with my disappearing act?

I decided to arrive on Thursday night, as the first race was Friday night.  That would give me a whole day to relax, acclimate, and be ready for the 8pm one-miler.  I didn’t want to walk around too much the day before the races, so just took in the local scenery near to the hotel in the Hamilton Parish and explore in and around the Hamilton Princess Hotel itself.  A whole day spent within a mile radius sitting by the water, dipping in the pool, planning out my after race days, and looking at moongates (believed to give newlyweds enduring happiness when passed through).

Night time approaches and I am off to the races, literally.  Join my corral, horn blows, and off I go.  Running so fast, which I did not plan, as I thought I need to save my legs for Race 2 and Race 3 the next few days.  But I couldn’t help it.  The horn sounds and everyone just takes off.  My adrenalin starts pumping, the crowd is cheering, the weather is amazing, and before you know it, 8 min 24 seconds later, I cross the finish line.  My fastest mile ever.

For those of you who are reading this and are runners, I know you can appreciate that time.  But since this post is less about the running and more about Bermuda, let me cut to Bermuda.  But wait, for me, Bermuda WAS about the running too.  That was the whole reason I went there for the Bermuda Triangle Challenge (a 1-miler on Friday, a 10K on Saturday, and a Full Marathon on Sunday).  Bed right after the race on Friday, up early on Saturday.  Nice breakfast provided by the hotel and MTT team, and off to the races again.  Another gorgeous day with blue skies, blue water, the friendliest people I may have ever met (thanks Natalie D for taking me picture on course), and rum.  Yes, rum at the end provided by Goslings.  Had my first Dark-n-Stormy.  Delicious and free for all runners and guests. 

Since the race was finished and all festivities such of the Gombey Dancers, Bermuda’s premier folk art dancers, was over around noon, decided to save my legs and take a bus to St. George.  This area is the furthest, northeastern part of the island and also where the airport is located.  Took the local bus system (which is super easy to use) to St. George and explored on foot all over town.  A fellow passenger got off the bus with me for my first stop and guided me where I wanted to go, which was the Unfinished Church.  Up the steep hill I walked to the Church, which is really the remnants of a church gone by with such deep history.  Pretty cool to see and once there, a great view looking back over the ocean.  From there, I visit several local shops for perfume and nautical gear and of course, souvenirs.   I found a restaurant nearby to enjoy the sunset and some local cuisine.  No drinking of alcohol, because Sunday was going to be an early and looooong day. 

Sunday comes, super early wake up call, and the coolest part, a ferry ride over to the starting point of the marathon.  We were going to run 26.2 miles from Point A to Point B with no loops and no out and back.  Runners, I know you can appreciate this as well.  We got to run from the Royal Naval Dockyard all the way through small town after small town, taking in all of the island (up and down hills), all the way to the finish line.  What an amazing course and rum was on course at three different spots.  I have NEVER been a “drinking and running” kind of girl, but hey, when in Bermuda, right?  Decided I would partake in the spirits on course, and not sure if it was the alcohol or great training, but never felt any pain while running!!!!  Exhaustion yes, pain no.

And to the finish I go with an official completion of the The Royal Gazette Bermuda Triangle Challenge 2020.  All runners who completed the challenge; received 4 medals (3 medals one for each race, and a fourth medal for completing the challenge).  So cool.  But even cooler were the two ladies I met the night before that cheered me on at the end.  I love the kind of trips that you make friends on that you just know you will always stay in contact with.  Well, Sally and Michelle were such two friends.  They said that would try to stick around and see me finish, and they did.  Thank you Sally and Michelle and thank you Bermuda for making my trip worthwhile.  But wait, there’s more.

So that was the running part, now for the “touristy” part.  On Sunday, I just needed to rest my legs and the rest of my body, so just walked around the downtown area a bit window shopping, then back to the hotel for some soaking in the pool.  Wanted an early bedtime so I could wake up and be a tourist for the next 3 days.  You will definitely want to have at least three whole days to tour all of Bermuda.  I basically toured the entire island, all by foot or bus transportation in the time that I was there.

Monday comes. I am well rested and ready see the island.  Thomas Moore, an Irish poet, was inspired by the beauty of the island and wrote many a romantic word for his love found in Bermuda.  I had learned about Thomas Moore from a movie I watched many years ago.  When I saw his name pop up the Frommer’s Guide, I knew I wanted to see his stopping grounds, now called Tom Moore’s Jungle.  The area had a jungle feel to it, but also areas right by the water with a few small caves to look in.  Across the way was the Grotto Bay Beach Resort, so I stopped there to snorkel in their along the secluded beach.  Note to self:  Grotto Bay is the only all-inclusive resort in Bermuda.  Yes, I had carried my snorkel gear and wet suit with me on the bus.  Just plopped myself on a nearby chair, donned the wetsuit and splashed right into the water.  Spent over an hour just floating around, viewing a few sunken boats, and watching fish swim by.  Such a relaxing day, especially after three races in three days.  Then, packed up my gear, boarded the bus to The Swizzle Inn to have a Swizzle (home of the original Swizzle drink made with Goslings Rum).  After that, walked across the street to explore the Crystal Caves.  The caves offer a guided tour where you descend pretty far down a naturally made corridor to view some of the most preserved cavern structures I have ever seen.  There are two entrances to two separate cave systems and I highly recommend both.

After about two hours hanging out there (all near to the St. George area), hopped back on the bus heading southwest to the Southampton Parish and Horseshoe Bay.  When you hear about Bermuda and the pink sands, this is the area that really brings out the pink “carpet”.  The pink color is derived from millions of tiny sea creatures being crushed by the power of the waves resulting in a pink hue to the sand.  Plan to spend some time on this side of the island because one could really disappear from the world, if not careful.  I spent the rest of the afternoon here, just walking from beach area to beach area, spending some time sitting on the coral rock and finding peace with the world.  Only had my phone in hand to capture some gorgeous footage of what paradise really looks like.  Fast forward about three hours, and now the sun is setting, and it is time to head back to the hotel for another round tomorrow.

Tuesday is my last day on the island, so want to make the most of it.  I wake up to rain, but never fear, there is much to do even if rain comes my way.  I found the Ocean Discovery Centre @ Bermuda Underwater Exploration Institute and literally spent hours in there on just one floor, on just one section.  Yep, you guessed it, the Bermuda Triangle: Unlock the Secrets exhibit.  I was and still am so intrigued with the mysteries within the Bermuda Triangle that I read every word on every poster on every wall.  And you know what the funny thing is?  I must have “disappeared” myself, because I finally looked up to realize I was the only one there, and then looked at my watch to realize, it was one minute to closing time.  I thought I better make my way back up to the top floor (exhibit was in the basement), but I wanted to read one more poster.  As I rounded the corner, a security guard had just locked the exhibit doors and turned around to see me, saying, “Oh, where did you come from?  I didn’t see you here when I made my rounds to lock up.”  I had been there the whole time!!!  Lucky he saw me, or I wouldn’t have been able to get out.  Or should I say unlucky, as I wanted to read the rest of the displays.  I had quickly noticed the vending machines and bathrooms within the confines of the exhibit).  I would have been perfectly happy to spend the rest of the night in the museum reading all the facts and munching on a Snickers bar. 

After escaping the museum, was truly hungry, so moseyed on over to the Pickled Onion for my last supper and one last rum drink before my flight the next morning.  As I sat there enjoying life, I met the most wonderful waitress, who has become a welcomed friend as well.  Bonita and I talked about dreams, life, and the beauty of positive people.  Bonita, you are such a positive woman and am so glad our paths crossed.

So you see, I was not sad for my last night, as I KNEW I would be back for Bermuda.  I knew Bermuda was what I truly needed at that moment; to disappear from the world and be surrounded by beautiful waters and beautiful people.  The mystery of the Bermuda Triangle is not a mystery at all; once you have been there, you never want to return back home.

My plans are to visit Bermuda again in January 2021, so if anyone would like to join me for the Bermuda Triangle Challenge or just to hang out as a tourist, message me.  Serious inquiries only.

Go where you want, when you want, for as long as you want:

Alli L

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Wisconsin Rapids Weekend Retreat (June 12-14, 2020)

Le Chateau Manor in Wisconsin Rapids

Craneberries, what’s now cranberries, oh my!  I just recently learned that Wisconsin is known for cranberries.  I suppose if I had paid attention, I would have realized this sooner, since the cranberry is the state fruit.  And who knew all those Ocean Spray cranberry commercials were from the central Wisconsin area.  So, being the science and need to know a thousand facts kind of nerd, I went in search of cranberry knowledge.  I ended up in the heart of cranberry land known to others as the Wisconsin Rapids area.  There is a 50 mile Cranberry Highway that guides you through the most concentration of cranberry marshes in the whole world.  This central area is the perfect soil for growing cranberries due to the glacial geology and minerals left behind during the Ice Age. 

So, I will not share all thousand facts of cranberries with you here, not the intent of this post, but if you do want to know more, definitely come visit for a long weekend. 

I got here late Friday morning, walked around the Trumpeter Trail in Sandhill Wildlife area for about seven miles, which right now, only the walking path is open.  The area is so peaceful and quiet, and much undisturbed, so many butterflies and flowers to be seen (lupine, hawkweed, the endangered Karner Blue butterfly) along with an occasional black squirrel, rabbit, or if you are lucky a bison or two.  Yep, Sandhill Wildlife area has a small herd of bison!  You can learn more about that on their website (not going to give you a thousand facts about bison here).

After that, drove around the Cranberry Highway that takes you through Babcock, Nekoosa, Port Edwards, and back near Wisconsin Rapids.  Just search on Cranberry Highway and you will find the route.  The cranberry beds are just starting to grow this time of year, but in a few weeks will blossom with a  white crane-looking flower, then in late September to early October will turn into the red fields that you see in the commercials. 

After being outside all day, I finally made it to my settling place for the night.  A magnificent, wonderful  bed and breakfast simply named Le Chateau The Manor.  The word manor does not do it justice.  The rightful title is mansion, the John Arpin Mansion to be exact.  This 1889 Queen Anne Victorian has been restored, and the current owners, Faye and Bill lovely and meticulously devote their heart to making “family” feel comfortable with all parts of their stay.  Faye can tell you so much of the history of the mansion, of the area, and of the cranberries, just as if you were a part of her family.  Bill can tell you the pains of maintaining such a home with such caring in every “honey do list”.  The mansion has many guest’s rooms from suites to single rooms for a solo traveler such as myself who stayed in the Chickadee Room.  They do have an anniversary suite though, if you are wanting a romantic getaway with your significant other.  In fact, I met a beautiful couple from Milwaukee who were celebrating their 28th year. 

Saturday started off early with a 13 mile run alongside the Wisconsin River.  Just had to walk across the street to pick up the bike/running path.  Ran up the calm part of the river, then back down to the dam and onto the rapids part of the river.  So soothing, if you like running that is.

Got back just in time for a homemade breakfast of fresh fruit yogurt, spinach/mushroom quiche, with some blueberry French toast.  All served with cranberry juice and if you had room after that, some cranberry cookies left over from the night before.

After breakfast, decided since I walked seven miles Friday and ran 13 this morning, I would take it easy and enjoy some local shopping and exploration.  Headed out to Rubi Reds, which is a cute little cranberry shop not too far from Le Chateau Manor, and highly recommended by Faye.  A cute little town indeed.  In fact, while I was buying some cranberry gifts for a few friends and family members, Faye walks in.  You need cranberry tea, Rubi Reds has it.  Cranberry liquor or wine; a yes to that.  Cranberry soap, yes.  And thank goodness they ship! 

Onto the town of Rudolph for some cheese, because you know Wisconsin is most famous for cheese, so let’s go check it out.  I saw the action of cheese curds being made.  No, they are not the remnants of cheese gone by, they are actually made into small chunks/curds on purpose.  Fascinating!  I will not get into the thousands details about cheese curds, but just visit the Wisconsin Dairy State Cheese Company and see for yourself.  I even took a picture of the curd vat, and it said, “Cheese”.  Okay, okay, I know that was a cheesy joke! 

Nearby the curds is a wonderful garden of healing built by Father Philip Wagner starting back in 1927.   Father Wagner had been sick for a long while and prayed for healing.  Before healing even came, he vowed to build a testament to the healing powers of God now known as The Rudolph Grotto Garden.  Plan to spend a bit of time here, as there is so much to take in with the life of Jesus and his beloved mother Mary.  So much to marvel at with each stone that is place in the making of bridges and Ebenezers and even a cave.  While the gardens are one price for the public to roam, the cave does ask for an additional $3 donation.  Might I suggest to donate that money, as for me, that is where true healing and peace was felt.  I will not share what is inside the cave, but I pray that you will venture in and hopefully come out feeling blessed.

And course, for those of you who are not all about the nature, but maybe just want to know where to shop or eat.  Well, I can only tell you of my experience, of which I ended up in the Call It New/Call It Antique shop.  One side is all about the antique taste for shopping while the other side is more of a thrift store.  I love going into antique shops with never a mind to buy anything.  This antique shop went on and on and on with so many booths and unique items; and that was the first floor.  Yes, there are three floors to boggle the mind, and believe me, after a few hours of looking at everything, my mind was boggled.  Did not leave empty handed either!

Now, the day is closing and evening is setting in, so what better way than to have a delicious meal near the river side.  Found my way to the Anchor Bay Bar and Grill, well, because I love anchors, so why not.  Best decision as the river is literally in the front yard, where boats could dock for some grub and a drink.  Enjoyed my meal on the outdoor patio under the beautiful rays of sun. 

Sadly, my last night approaches, so I head back to Le Chateau Manor for a night cap…of cranberry cookies that is.  Tonight, Faye also made some chocolate peanut butter cookies.  So delicious!  I sat out on the wrap around deck overlooking the river to enjoy my last night of peace and much needed getaway. 

Sunday, I awake to yet another wonderfully homemade breakfast.  I don’t want to leave as the real world will soon be upon me, but for one last moment, I sit and take in all that is Wisconsin Rapids, and bid adieu to a much needed and healing vacation.

Go where you want, when you want, for as long as you want:

Alli L

For all the photos, go to @TheSoloTraveler50 on Facebook