When I started putting these pics up months ago, I noted that I should've been in the kitchen concocting mousse thon à la pomme verte (tuna mousse with green apple, from the first Chocolate & Zucchini cookbook) for a birthday/belated Bastille Day soirette. . . .
Kennedy and I had just spent a weekend camping on the Black River near Black River Falls. Our site was right on the river. Couldn't stop looking.
Swam in the river, which runs disconcertingly rusty red as it is black. It would be nice to call it "tea" color but it's weirder. The color comes from "decomposing organic matter"—neither of us could remember if anyone posited theories about the murderous, perilous Wisconsin Death Trip years, linking the area insanity to the water.
Went back about a month later—too cold to swim in the river, just as eye-pleasing.
I loved the Midwest portions in Gaiman's American Gods (and all the other portions). Wisconsin and environs in all the mundane, morbidity, color, horror, and sweetness.
We were good about getting out for brief forays into the Midwest wilds this summer. After our last trip, a night camping in SW Michigan near Warren Dunes, we stopped at a small county fair on the way home. There were the usual attractions, animals, rides, fried pickles, and also displays of entries in sundry competitions including houseplants, photos, garden produce, and a miscellaneous category. Yipes. Taxidermy dog face.
And more doggies, more enticingly displayed (though also with a hint of horror, possibly only due to TDF), but I had already spent my fair dollars feeding the pygmy goats.
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