Tuesday 10.21.08
Back Where We Started
We wake up to a chilly but sunny morning in Green Bay and John has recovered enough to spend some time nosing around town. We have a quick bite from the motel freebie buffet (waffles & oatmeal) and start out tour a couple miles down our road at the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field. We make our way past the fenced-in tailgate area where for five bucks on game day you can purchase brats, burgers, and beer and watch the game on a couple dozen big screen TVs without the need to buy a ticket. Since there is a couple decade wait for tickets, this is the next best thing. Two of the gates are open but we really can’t get near the field without taking the tour at 11:30. We choose not to wait that long and head to downtown, what there is of it.
The center of town is pretty industrial. It is built around the point of a finger (the actual Green Bay) jutting down from Lake Michigan to the port here. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan is straight north at the other end of the bay, and Door County juts off to the northeast. It feels more like Superior than Duluth although there is a less rough looking section of downtown that is dressed up a little. Barack should have said that the people in their desperation turn to their guns, religion, and Packers. Or, maybe that’s redundant.
We pull out of town heading west toward Wausau and stop there for lunch at a place called Emma Brumbees. It is Perkins sort of place, obviously a franchise thing, that specializes in breakfast, lunch and pies. We both have the chicken salad sandwich with chicken dumpling soup, and it serves the purpose. With all the driving of the last few days we feel ourselves starting to bulk up a bit so we skip the pie.
Mary takes the wheel as we turn north through Tomahawk, Manitowoc and into pine forests of Northern Wisconsin. We haven’t been through this part of the state before and it is really pretty with huge old-growth trees and a smattering of lakes. We break for gas in Hurley on the Michigan UP border and see that the main street is still lined with tough looking bars. The slogan in the logging days was “Hayward, Hurley, and Hell!” and while Hayward has changed a lot, the same can’t be said for the other two.
We’re now going west along the south shore of Lake Superior and so completing our circle tour of the lake, albeit with a little gap in the UP. It is almost 6:00 by the time we get to our Duluth hotel in Canal Park and we are greeted by a cold wind whipping off the Lake. It is only a short two block walk to Belisio’s, one of our favorite Duluth restaurants and we are freezing by the time we get there. One of our Pal’s from Lutsen is now corporate Chef for all of these area restaurants that are part of the Paulucci family holdings. Our waiter assures us he is still behind the wheel. Mary has a nice gnocchi with pesto and John has a great seabass on risotto. This is the last stop on our trip so we have cocktails and wine with dinner, and are much warmer walking back to the hotel. This is Italian about five nights in a row but it has all been good.
We catch the end of DWTS results before bed and home tomorrow.
Back Where We Started
We wake up to a chilly but sunny morning in Green Bay and John has recovered enough to spend some time nosing around town. We have a quick bite from the motel freebie buffet (waffles & oatmeal) and start out tour a couple miles down our road at the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field. We make our way past the fenced-in tailgate area where for five bucks on game day you can purchase brats, burgers, and beer and watch the game on a couple dozen big screen TVs without the need to buy a ticket. Since there is a couple decade wait for tickets, this is the next best thing. Two of the gates are open but we really can’t get near the field without taking the tour at 11:30. We choose not to wait that long and head to downtown, what there is of it.
The center of town is pretty industrial. It is built around the point of a finger (the actual Green Bay) jutting down from Lake Michigan to the port here. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan is straight north at the other end of the bay, and Door County juts off to the northeast. It feels more like Superior than Duluth although there is a less rough looking section of downtown that is dressed up a little. Barack should have said that the people in their desperation turn to their guns, religion, and Packers. Or, maybe that’s redundant.
We pull out of town heading west toward Wausau and stop there for lunch at a place called Emma Brumbees. It is Perkins sort of place, obviously a franchise thing, that specializes in breakfast, lunch and pies. We both have the chicken salad sandwich with chicken dumpling soup, and it serves the purpose. With all the driving of the last few days we feel ourselves starting to bulk up a bit so we skip the pie.
Mary takes the wheel as we turn north through Tomahawk, Manitowoc and into pine forests of Northern Wisconsin. We haven’t been through this part of the state before and it is really pretty with huge old-growth trees and a smattering of lakes. We break for gas in Hurley on the Michigan UP border and see that the main street is still lined with tough looking bars. The slogan in the logging days was “Hayward, Hurley, and Hell!” and while Hayward has changed a lot, the same can’t be said for the other two.
We’re now going west along the south shore of Lake Superior and so completing our circle tour of the lake, albeit with a little gap in the UP. It is almost 6:00 by the time we get to our Duluth hotel in Canal Park and we are greeted by a cold wind whipping off the Lake. It is only a short two block walk to Belisio’s, one of our favorite Duluth restaurants and we are freezing by the time we get there. One of our Pal’s from Lutsen is now corporate Chef for all of these area restaurants that are part of the Paulucci family holdings. Our waiter assures us he is still behind the wheel. Mary has a nice gnocchi with pesto and John has a great seabass on risotto. This is the last stop on our trip so we have cocktails and wine with dinner, and are much warmer walking back to the hotel. This is Italian about five nights in a row but it has all been good.
We catch the end of DWTS results before bed and home tomorrow.
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