Matt and I have been having a GREAT August. We've been so busy.
A couple days ago, I caught myself making a list of all the things I wanted to write you and after about six titles/posts in, I quickly became defeated and gave up. So, where do I even start?
Many, many moons ago (it feels like) -- which was early August -- Matt and I headed to Prairie Du Chien, Wisconsin where the Fennel family owns a house/land near the Mississippi River. Technically, it was Matt's great Grandma and Grandpa Fennel's, Clarence and Virginia. After they passed away, it was handed down generation to generation and now Matt's Dad and uncle own the property and visit often. Matt practically grew up in that little white, house while fishing off the river with his Dad and Grandpa Bert. And after knowing the Fennels and dating Matt for over four years and being married for almost two, I had never visited.
I mean, let's be honest --- fishing is not my cup of tea (especially since going vegan) nor is any outdoor, wilderness, "bugs buzzing around my head", kind of activity.
So after years and years of hearing about Prairie Du Chien, kissing my loving husband off before he left to go fishing with family, and being told that not visiting the shack would end in a horrible curse of divorse from my funny in laws: I decided to bite the bullet and take one for the team/marriage. I went to the Fishing Shack.
How long did it take to get there?
About two hours.
How long were we there?
Less than thirty minutes.
Now, don't get me wrong, people. I wanted to go. I wanted to see this infamous house. But, after we walked around and Matt gave me the official tour, we sort of looked at each other like ---- "well, now what?"
We sure as shit weren't going to fish!
The place is so old and so quaint. I LOVED that. I love little vintage things. I'm a sucker for vintage. In fact, I wanted to take a few things home with us. But there is nothing to do at the house except..........fish. So, we drove around the mega-metropolis of Prairie, ate some Subway, looked over the river, drove through a few small towns, and headed home.
I smile at the thought of our future son, Matthew, and Matt's dad spending weekends fishing in Prairie Du Chien. I - on the other hand -- will be at home relaxing with a nice cup of (real) tea and a book.
Enjoy the pictures.
AMISH!
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