Shop Update

Managed to get some south facing windows installed. What a pain...literally. Hacking windows into corrugated metal siding and dealing with pole barn framing in an existing structure is not my idea of a good time. Give me stick built any day over pole buildings!

It turned out nice though. The windows are high, non-opening. Letting in plenty of low winter sunshine. Shielded by the eve's and leafy trees in the summer. Allowing full use of the wall beneath for peg-board and work benches. Perfect for my needs.

A nice little ride

It occurred to me, halfway through the week of August 8th, that once again I was missing my long awaited trip to Sturgis, SD for the annual motorcycle rally. So in typical fashion, I thought about it some more. I was busy on Thursday, then Friday it rained. Crud.

Saturday morning: 5:30am. I made up my mind to ride on out. Heck, it's only 800 miles. I can make it by nightfall. And I did. After 13 hours in the saddle I made downtown Sturgis with 15 minutes to spare before the HOG (Harley Owners Group) display closed down. I got my free pin...and in the process, offered up further proof to my wife that I'm nuts.

Needless to say I missed a great many of the 500,000 bikers that attended during the week. From the steady stream of bikes, both trailered and ridden that I passed heading out, I thought it would be empty out there. It wasn't. It was a lot more subdued than I'd heard about. And having not stepped into one bar I wouldn't know how that scene stacked up. I rode until sunset each day, then stopped to eat, arriving back at my flop spot each night after 11, ready for a hot shower and sleep. Some might call it boring. I call it maximizing my scenic-time.

Met some interesting and friendly people. Saw abundant wildlife: buffalo, prairie dogs, turkeys, white tail deer, antelope, burros, mustang horses, hawks, eagles and all manner of other critters. Rode some agonizingly straight highways and others that are amazing feats of engineering. And took in as much scenery as my mind could process. It's completely different than if I was looking out a windshield hemmed in by a roof and doors.

After five days I returned home with 2000 miles added to the odometer, 450 photos and a slew of memories no one can ever take from me. All good.

There were so many more stops like Deadwood, Boot Hill, Lead (pronounced Leed), Canyons, Mountains, Badlands. Here's a sample.

Downtown Sturgis. And this is the last night of the rally?!?

Some of the "carnival-like" roads out in Mount Rushmore area.

Every tunnel has a view of the presidents. Reading the signs I learned that the tunnels were carved out, then a road was built to connect them. What a feat of engineering. Try doing that today.

A "traffic jam" in Custer park wildlife area.

A photo op everywhere you look.

An equally great monument. Especially since you can fit the entire Mount Rushmore sculpture into Crazy Horse's hair. And this sculpture will be carved on all sides, not just into the flat face of the mountain. Very interesting ongoing story. I don't remember my folks taking my sisters, grandma and I to see this in 1970 during our four week western tour in the Ford Wagon Queen family truckster.

Stavkirk Chapel in the Hills-Rapid City: A replica of a Norwegian church. Had to take a quick tour since we have a similar church on Washington Island off the northern tip of Door County, or Wisconsin's "thumb".

This is typical of the interesting road-side scenery. I just had to stop to check it out. This place has a long and storied history as THE general store on the way to Devil's Tower.

Took a two-lane black top home through Pierre, SD. Hooked up with a scenic by-way, a portion of the Lewis and Clark Trail and traveled through 5 different reservations.

Ever wonder where your sunflower seeds come from? Probably North or South Dakota according to the packages I checked in the gas stations after seeing field after field like this.

Up early. Last morning on the on-ramp. Heading East towards home.

Followed this ride up a month later with a nice leisurely ride to Tomahawk, WI for the annual MDA Fall Color Ride. Short by comparison at 500 miles round trip. Nice weather and great to see old friends and relatives in Northern Wisconsin's fall color display.

Talk about reigniting the travel bug. So many places to see. So little time.

What I did last summer

For those who find this site and expect only Airstream related topics I apologize.

My Airstream has taken a back seat for months at a time and instead of giving the impression I've fallen off the map I've input some alternative activities. Hope that's OK.

After a recent bike trip I came home and tackled the floor with renewed vigor. Must have been the tour of Winnebago...along with the cooler weather.

Airstream Update:

A quick photo of the stuff that needs to be moved in order to get at the Airstream. This doesn't show the amount of rearranging within the barn to accommodate all the "stuff" stored within the Airstream since last year.




Rebuilt the water heater frame work-"While I was at it"


Difficult to see but removing the old flooring revealed somebody's tally. Assume it could have been from production line in 1965?


Finally got the beds out. Shown in rear 4' section is the fiberglass/epoxy flooring installed with plow bolts last year along with a small patch of regular plywood on lower left side. Rest of floor aft of Kitchen is solid. Varied color is due to old glue from original tile floor.


Installed new no-glue vinyl flooring. Neutral beige to match factory interior finishes still in place. It's been through a few heat-cool cycles now with beds and closets in place & screwed down on top of it with no sign of pucker or bumps. I only covered the areas that were covered from factory. Areas unseen aren't covered. This saves on material and weight while allowing me to cover complete trailer with single sheet of 12' x 14' sheet good.

Replaced bed's bulkhead walls and 2 closets. Closed up water heater hole. Rewired converter and got all electrics back up and running. No more blown fuses in the fantastic vent due to rusty ground wire bolt. Gotta love it when a plan comes together. Thank goodness for copious photos taken before disassembly. Printed a cheat sheet with 9 pertinent photos to make sure everything was hooked up the way it should be.

Not sure how I'm going to configure the bath and grey/black tanks yet so with no running water I'm back to my mobile aluminum tent.

Next project, checking the furnace. It's getting cold here in Wisconsin. Still would like to get a trip in to Door County this fall before the colors peter out. But, just in case I don't get it out again I took it for a spin around the farm country to excercise the tires. Pulled like a dream as usual.

Where the summer goes.

The longest day of the year or Summer Solstice is gone. June 21st is the day I both dread and look forward to all year, second only to turning the short day corner on December 21st.

Let me clarify. I dread it because the days start getting shorter again on June 22nd. I look forward to it because it's the day I met my wife in 1986. It was the longest day of the year. It was the longest, strangest and most unforgettable night of my life. The details are still vivid.

A night of dancing at a club which no longer exists. A crazy drive to the beach. A tour of a haunted house. Then, conversation until dawn on a front porch swing. The number of possibilities that were so close to effecting a completely different outcome between four people are mind boggling. What-ifs galore.

Consequently, June 22nd was the longest work day of my life because I drove straight there at 5:30am and worked two jobs until after 6pm. After that my memory fades. It's hell getting old.

Why does it seem like time is speeding up as I get older?

The Airstream is still nestled in the back of the barn, where it was parked last fall. It has, once again, been filled with items I cannot find safe storage for elsewhere. This includes windows, antiques and the like. Funny how every year I vow not to repeat this and every year I do.

I did manage to dust off the motorcycle and take a few rides this year. Which are a few more than last year. I've also managed to complete some fairly major maintenance on two of our vehicles, plant a good garden and make a dent in our landscaping plan.

The hens are now full grown and doing their thing around the yard. I see them eating more grass than bugs though. They must be getting something out of what they eat since they aren't losing weight. Between the bird feeders and the hen's feeder I have fattened up the local squirrel squadron though. I'll cut the feed back until cold weather. Sorry squirrels.

I've also made the commitment to take the drive every other week-end to visit my folks. I'm trying to help them out around the house where I can, share a trip to the store and just spend some quality time visiting.

My first boss out of college said something that I've been trying to apply since that day. Luckily, it seems to be working better lately. He said, "wherever you are, be there." Simple enough right? When you're at work don't spend time thinking about other tasks. Just work. When you're on vacation, forget about work. Completely let go and enjoy. That's what he meant.

Applied to daily life, what good does it do anyone to visit family and friends when you're only half engaged? I've caught myself thinking about the chores I have waiting for me at home or the car that needs repairs or the Airstream I could be working on. How stupid does that sound? These unending to-do lists can drive me up a wall if I let them.

I'm happy to take care of what I can and not let the rest bug me too much. And guess what? My visits have been less stressful and a whole lot more pleasant, insightful and meaningful. Maybe getting older has some benefits after all.

Hot Chicks!

Not what you think. I call them "Natural Pesticide" or what to do about abundant tick populations. Otherwise known as Guinea Hens. Different from chickens as they are actually part of the turkey family. Not great to eat or good egg layers, we chose them for their toughness and ability to eat bugs.

My wife calls them "Francis"...all of them, since we can't tell them apart. She said Francis could be a male or female name and something about her needing St. Francis' help in dealing with my constant animal population additions.

This breed is supposed to function fine out on their own once they have their adult feathers, can fly and know their way back to the coop. Some will choose not to come back to the coop until cold weather sets in, roosting in trees until then.

As they are now 6 weeks, we will soon find out whether they are smarter than the local predators. Not a pleasant thought but one I am determined to get used in order to embrace our homesteading life. We're working to getting them used to coming in every night at dusk for protection.

We'll see how it goes.

Here's a couple photos of the Coop-de-Ville I constructed along with their temporary enclosed exercise yard. Fully insulated with great views. Both are movable to make it easier to give them fresh "eats" daily now while captive and easier to relocate down the road.











I had fun building the coop because I challenged myself to construct it out of only materials I had on hand. Some left by the previous owners of our property: insulation, regular & pressure treated two-by stock, siding that was cut out from window openings and steel roofing-not installed yet. Some from previous projects: roofing felt our previous home roofing project, conduit handle-not installed left over from wiring in Las Vegas. Some from my childhood: wagon wheels from my Radio-Flyer. And some scavenged: two-bys from a neighborhood "curb pick-up" which I had previously used in my basement shelving, paint left over from my Dad's house and a Plexiglas window thrown out by a previous employer.

Average stored lifespan of materials not including 38 year old wagon wheels: 10 years. Some were moved 3 times. Crazy. Ah, the life of a pack-rat.

The only new purchase was door hardware and a great recycled plastic sheeting I found at Menard's. It doesn't have any out gassing smell like Filon or Fiberglass sheeting and was a reasonable $15 per 4x8 sheet. Total of 2 sheets were used to build the luxurious 16 square foot accommodation shown :) Supposedly four birds need 4 square feet each.

Cost savings over $500-$1500 coops seen on-line? Not much when you consider labor. Even with my fancy sliding screen door and cable TV.

But hey, we also won't be moving all that crap next time. And, since I'm hoping my next move won't be until they take me out of here feet first, I've just saved my poor relatives some additional cleaning & aggravation. That makes it priceless ;)




And no, I didn't actually install cable TV. We don't have that out here. And we have too many trees for satellite, so that's out of the question.

Memories of Anna 1911-2010

In loving memory of Anna 1911-2010


My "Girls" Wendy and Anna

Although it’s not nice to reveal a ladies true age, this isn’t something Ann ever had a problem with…as far as I know. Although she did insist on 18 candles for her last birthday cake. She always acted as if she was younger than her years.

I feel fortunate to have known her for almost a quarter of the century she most fully lived. I don’t know the parts before. A child of immigrants, bread lines of the depression, growing up in Milwaukee…we never spoke about that.

I did hear bits and pieces from your single years. Working as a switch board operator for AT&T. Riding street cars with your girlfriends to dances at the Eagles Ballroom. Dances with the sailors who had leave in Chicago or Milwaukee. Then the trials of the Big War.

Some friends had money, some didn’t. All were taken care of and had good times despite the hard times.

Travel. Someone had a car. Girls on dirt roads. Friends posing in fancy outfits on bridges that likely don’t exist any more. Real adventure.

Always ready to go. The travel bug never ceased to bite. Camping with your family. You and grandpa sleeping in a teardrop camper while the boys each occupied a seat of the old sedan. Northern Wisconsin get-a-way’s in the early years. What must the mosquitoes have been like?!?

Fishing and hunting. The only woman allowed at the sacred deer camp that the old school house was. Maybe it was because you owned it? More than likely it was because you were respected as one of the “guys”.

Later there was a cottage where you had camped in long lake. Then basement was dug under it. Too deep you kept telling your husband! It became a retirement home for you both, but only for a short time before your husband left the earth. I never met him. But you weren’t alone. You had your boys to watch over you and grand-kids that visited every week-end they could.

Still the travel bug bit. A year had passed. It was time to get out of your funk you said. Time to get moving. Winter trips to Florida to chase away the blues. Joining the senior gals for card parties and bus trips to casinos and other attractions.

When we moved to Las Vegas you were one of our first guests. Hot tubs, nickel slots and the Gold Coast buffet. Let’s go see the Polish style oohm-pa-pa band up on Mount Charleston, then down to Red Rock Canyon. Feed the fish at Lake Mead, see Hoover Dam...so much to do.

Drive to California. Meet my Grandfather and his wife in Fullerton. See the beach. Toes in the Pacific. The second ocean, plus the Gulf waters. Add this to most of the Great Lakes. What a tally.

On to a bed and breakfast on Balboa Island. Then to San Diego. What fun. Let’s do it again.

But then we moved back to Wisconsin. Closer now. Our 5th wedding anniversary. As I stood in the door of your cottage, saying good-bye after our visit. I mentioned our trip plans. “Where ya goin? Hawaii? Oh…I always wanted to see Hawaii…”

Come with us. “No I couldn’t.” Why not? Yes you can and you will. “Yes, why not, I’ll go.” With a smile that lit up November.

We have two weeks: plane tickets, planning, a trip to Milwaukee for new eye glasses. We fly separately because my free mileage tickets are on two different airlines. My bad. My flight is great. I have the rental car waiting for you both. You and Wendy traveled together and look beat. No one at any airport will help with the wheel chair during transfers. Wendy has just run a marathon, pushing you along within the crowds. But you made it. As soon as the warm breezes hit you, both are smiling.

I had no idea until yesterday, at the funeral, that both your brothers served during WWII and both were in Hawaii on December 7, 1941. No wonder you wanted to come here.

We are out in Pearl Harbor, at the memorial, 56 years later. We are told we should all be reverently quiet. You search the wall for names you knew. I didn’t grasp what you told me then. I do today.

Lighter moments follow. A drive around the island. We grab some fresh fruit and lunch and eat at a park on the beach. We stop next at the famous North Shore. I wheel your chair down through the sand to the waters edge. Toes again in the Pacific. The South Pacific this time. You add it to your tally.

The surfers are warming up for an upcoming competition. One sees you standing in the waves and offers his surfboard to you for a ride. It’s all we can do to talk you out of it. You pout, then laugh.

The waves sweep you off your feet. It’s our fault really. You can’t take grandma’s to the water and not expect them to go swimming. We should have brought a change of clothes. Wet shorts the rest of the day. No complaints, just giggles from the back seat as we continue to circumnavigate the Big Island that day.

Over on Maui our ocean view room is anything but. Only if you sit in just the right spot on the balcony and crane your neck. Oh well. You sit on the beach and we snorkel. On our anniversary you insisted we go off and have dinner, just the two of us. Dinner was a bust. Too close to the lobster tank. We’re both too empathetic for that. Poor service to boot.

No, the thing I remember most vividly about that night is coming home and seeing you had, by yourself, dragged the chaise lounge and a lamp out on the balcony. You had a beer in one hand and one of your ever-present crossword puzzles in the other. You had enjoyed the sunset and were taking in the breeze. We all laughed.

Then there was the luau on the beach. Much better than our first visit 5 years ago. No hi-balls but the punch sure had a punch. Don’t get me started on how Wendy finagled a ride back to the room on a golf cart. The luau photo we took of the three of us, all decked out in our Hawaiian prints, is my favorite of the trip. The frame is ringed with the sea shells of the leis we wore that night. You had it on the wall of your cottage, then your nightstand the past few years and finally at your funeral yesterday.

That is how I’ll remember you. Always ready to go. Somewhere. Anywhere.

It was only a few years until you came to live with us. We thought we had lost you. You bounced back after a few months. Travel wasn’t possible like it used to be. You still wanted to go. Short trips around the block in the chair. Going out to eat. Sitting on the front porch we built for you, taking in the sun and breeze. Wendy named it Anna’s Cabana.

Later you needed more care than we could provide. Our little house wasn’t designed for this. We weren’t able…I’m sorry.

Saint Ann’s Rest Home. A fitting name now that I think about it. Nun’s in full-proper habits every day, no matter the weather. I think of the word “Penguins” because of an old line from a movie, but dare not to say it. Nor do I tell them I’m a Lutheran for fear of…well Nuns!

Floors you can see your reflection in. Gardens full of flowers and vegetables that we wheel through. Always something to discover. A day care next door. You can hear the children playing through your window. We made sure you had a window facing south. A body needs sun.

So much different from the other “homes” we checked out which were nothing more than elderly warehousing. This place and those who work and serve here are wonderful. I can’t thank them enough.

This is the time for memories. Fortunately you have many for review. Many shared. Many, I’m sure you didn’t. In fact, you always seemed to be more interested in asking me questions than answering. Always wanting to know, “what’s new?” and “whacha been up too?” “Anything exciting?”

Your life couldn’t have always been as good as you made it out to be. Your health wasn’t always as good as your remembered. But you always said you were fortunate. For family, friends, health and opportunities not missed and never taken for granted.

In the end it wasn’t a long struggle. It was as if a switch had been turned off. Rest Anna. You’ll soon feel better. That was Sunday May 2nd.

As she fell in and out of consciousness I whispered goodbye and told her to be good. She pursed her lips, as she often did for fun and without opening her eyes, shook her head a defiant: No. I said, “you’re right, you have more fun being sassy.” She shook her head: Yes. I told her I loved her and left, knowing this was the thought she would leave me with. Classic Anna.

You were gracious. You were kind. You were my extra “bonus” grandma that my wife freely shared.

Where should we go today, you would ask.
Where would you like to go?
Anywhere fun, you would answer.

Anywhere….Anytime…Anna

The Shop Progresses

First let me voice an opinion. I don't think pole barns are the best buildings to build unless you just need something fast. To be fair, the previous owner never wanted a finished space as I do.

I just think anything that rely's on wood in the ground for a "footing" and horizontal boards on 9' centers for supporting snow loads on the roof and hanging siding on the walls is cheap. Once you beef up the structure to accommodate insulation, wiring, cabinetry and ceiling, you have the typical framing needed for a stick-built structure. Cost becomes a near wash either way.


That said, I've probably overdone the framing in my typical way of doing things. I could have gone a faster route of plugging up the vented eves and soffets and added blankets of insulation to the walls. But after consulting the original contractor/building manufacturer and the local lumber yards, no-one could tell me any easier or more efficient way of installing a ceiling that would allow insulation. Plus, I wanted walls that could be insulated & support cabinets and windows. Plus, if the underground wood should ever rot the walls and structure will now ride on the concrete slab which has a perimeter footing. Kind of a building within a building.


Framing, Wiring, Hanging Ceiling, More Wiring, Insulating. It would sure progress faster if I didn't have to move all the "stuff" every time I needed access overhead or on a wall. I've been doing me best at being a good husband this winter. I've left room every night for my wife's vehicle which is kind of like completing a puzzle at the end of each nights work.


At least it's coming along. Can't wait to get the lighting and reflective surface materials installed.


Additional laminated beams to free span the 30' width were added to support dropped ceiling since original trusses were never meant to support the additional structure & load.

Pink polystyrene installed to isolate the fiberglass batt insulation from the potential of wet sweating steel siding.

Framed walls on right are from office previous owner had installed. Photo in prior log entry shows it at rear of garage. These walls, which include an entry door for the shop, will be re-installed as a movable wall dividing parking from shop space. This allows reconfiguration of the space as different projects require.


Framing around garage door opener. Finished ceiling height will be 9'.

Installed finished ceiling in raised center section of shop to allow easier maneuvering of sheet goods, etc. Height is 10'+. Hole is for ceiling fan.

Uninsulated section will be window. This faces south for light & winter passive heat. Eve's and oaks will provide shade during summer.

Winter 09-10 Shop Project

My initial goal was to insulate and heat my garage shop so I could complete other projects this year. Among them a bench I started for my parents a few years ago in my previous home. Which was coincidentally, the last time I used most of my stationary tools.

Since moving I've had to cover them all in oil & grease to stop the work surfaces from rusting due to cold and humidity. Waxing just didn't help. This really chaps my hide...so insulation allowing efficient winter heat & summer a/c along with using a dehumidifier is the plan.

Here's the before shot. 30Wx40Lx9H. Open-vented ceiling, small office in the back, non insulated.


See that stack of lumber and white metal sheeting on the left and the pallet of insulation to the right of the office? I'm embarrased to say that was delivered 3-7-2007. I could give reasons for delays of this project, like selling our other house or wondering if I'd be better off returning the materials and moving somewhere else, but they'd only sound like excuses. Like I've said before, life gets in the way some times.

I'm really looking forward to utilizing this space. Without a basement I've been lost. And, if I do eventually have to move at least I won't have to take all that material with me. I just hope I'll be able to take full advantage of this improvement and not some other guy.

Keeping me busy III

Fall Chores Continue

Putting away the Airstream for the year leaves me free for all sorts of other fun stuff.

Once the Garden was done, the old plants composed and the soil turned over I could move on to more destructive tasks. Like trimming trees.

Seems every year I have a big pine die off and while I'm not afraid to drop them myself I'm also not foolish when it comes to getting help with the dangerous stuff.

Like pruning my multi century old oak. This I didn't want to screw up. So since I had a professional over to to drop two split top pines way too close to my house I had him tackle the oak. I had an 80lb branch drop on the driveway during a storm...right where I stop every day when picking up the mail.

Late fall is also the best time to trim oaks around here to allow time to heal before summer and avoid oak wilt.

Unlike the local hwy department yahoos who use a flail chain brush mower to "prune trees". This little job took me a day to repair, cutting back each damaged branch of each tree all the way down the frontage.

Carnage courtesy of the hwy department morons. And on the coldest day of the year too. Glad I pay taxes for this brain trust.

Moving on the the back of the house. Making room for what we hope will be an addition. Hated to see these healthy trees cut. But they were way too close to the house and once down, each had splitting visible in the crotches of the split crowns.

The clean-up took the better part of a day, plus a really nice bon-fire once we had a layer of snow on the ground.

My best attempt at lumberjack impression.


I've peeled the bark on each tree I've dropped. Not sure what I'll use them for...yet.

Keeping Me Busy II

This fall we decided to replace our old pellet stove. We suspect ours was leaking CO2 into the house, even though our detector wasn't sensing it. With the current tax credits and the new features on stoves now; thermostats, safety shut-down, higher efficiency I know we'll enjoy it.

It is our primary source of heat through the cold winters here in Wisconsin.

I'll rebuild the old stove and use new pipe when I install it out in my workshop this winter.

With all our "companions" I always have plenty of project assistance.



Building the base to raise the stove and allow use of the same exhaust hole.


Preparing for tile.

Tile done.

Stove mounted and working with only trim left to do. I called my wife and left a caveman grunting type message. Something like, "We Have Fire, ar ar ar"

She said she'd save it and play it for her family. Great, as if they didn't already think I'm paddling in circles with only one oar mentally in the water.

What else has been keeping me busy???

While not really a Project I haven't missed a fall motorcycle ride to Tomahawk Wisconsin, 14 years running. Here's a few of the standout photos. You can learn and see more at: tomahawkfallride.com

Getting there is half the fun. And just riding straight to Tomahawk, like I did this year, isn't nearly as fun. Normally, a buddy and I will find a new route each year to see something new. One year it was riding down to Iowa and taking the Great River Road up the Mighty Mississippi.

The following year we took both his kids along. They were troopers as it stayed below freezing for most of the ride.


Last year we rode up Wisconsin's "eastern seaboard". Cruising along Lake Michigan, then over to Lake Superior before heading south to Tomahawk.

Ready to leave my house. My buddy Pete on the left. Hard to believe we've each been riding more than 30 years.


Lake Michigan



"Roughing It" on the shore of Lake Michigan

One of the water falls feeding Lake Superior

Lake Superior From Above

Lake Superior "On The Beach"

Pete wanted to walk in two of the great lakes on the same day.


Lots more riding including Porcupine Mountain, some rain, three different meals of Pasties (a Michigan favorite of breading stuffed with meat, potatoes and sometimes vegetable) and on to Tomahawk in time for Friday's parade.

Here's a picture of the main drag through Tomahawk, WI.

On Friday night they shut down the town and start the festivities with a bike parade. Harley hosts through HOG (Harley Owner's Group) participation, demo rides, bike shows, vendors, food and fun.

Tiny Tomahawk, which boasts two Harley manufacturing facilities, swells from roughly 3000 residents to 30,000 bikers looking to see some fall colors and enjoy the last big ride of the season.

Bikes range from new.

These sidecars give a group of blind riders a neat opportunity to feel the wind and bugs in their teeth.

To bizarre...


To classic...


To the very old...and cool.


After the parade, main street is shut down. Semi trailers with bands already playing are driven into place at either end of the main drag. Bikes line the curbs and middle, along with all the side streets. It's like a little Sturgis.

In addition, churches, schools, sport groups like the local hockey league host tents providing every imaginable form of food and drink for the attendees. Good stuff.


There's always plenty to do over the week-end. Maybe you're into racing. How about garden tractors hopped-up and screaming?


Or maybe you'd rather race on a bar stool?!?

Then there's the car & bike shows that range from the smooth...

To the Rat & Rough...

Too much to see and do. Always a good time, rain or shine.