We got a little lost yesterday, and found our way to Brad’s Pit.
We followed Google Maps into Tommy Thompson State Park Sunday morning with a very loose plan of hiking and then hitting any spot neither of us had ever been.
We passed a Booyah Festival setting up in Crivitz and our mouths immediately started watering.
“So we’ll hike the Forest Park Trail and then have some Booyah?”
If only either one of us would have taken the cartography class offered by Marquette University in 1985.
If only we’d realized the hash tags we were following on our printed map actually marked the edge of the park and not, as we thought, the Forest Park Trail.
If only we had an Internet signal at any point in our hike.
Alas, we never found our way back to the Booyah Festival.
But we did stumble on to a cool little place on White Potato Lake called Brad’s Pitt that offered wifi and a path home.
And then we made our way to Klondike, where we met Mandy, a bartender/historian/emt/search and rescue diver/mom extraordinaire who told us so many stories about that cool little town it will require another post.
As we salute all the proud laborers today who built this amazing country, I’m so glad we had the chance to stumble into a few slices of northern Wisconsin’s particular variety of hard working folks who had the wit and the drive to build their own stake in the American dream.