Escape from Milwaukee

Early yesterday morning over coffee, Michu and I realized that we were done being in Milwaukee. Pridefest was being succeeded by Polishfest, with an art fair on the other side of the harbor, and we just couldn’t take the late-night polka scene. We briefly considered heading right across the lake–we’re right under a big invisible “H” in the sky, and no adverse weather was headed our way any time soon–but we felt like those 15 or so hours would be better spent sailing rather than running the smelly, loud engine; so we decided to head north to Port Washington instead.

Adios, Milwaukee!

Adios, Milwaukee!

Caribbean blue? Nah--Lake Michigan...

Caribbean blue? Nah–Lake Michigan…

We spent a night in Port Washington last summer, and remembered it as being a really sweet town with a lovely marina. Still true! We motored up and treated ourselves to a slip, with laundry and showers–the full luxury treatment.

F. behind the wheel, off Whitefish Bay

F. behind the wheel, off Whitefish Bay

Breakfast in the cockpit.

Breakfast in the cockpit.

We’ll continue stashing and stowing today, and Michu will continue with the projects, but tonight we plan to sail across Lake Michigan, probably to Pentwater. The weather looks perfect for crossing, and the kids have been promised ice cream on the Michigan side. Meanwhile, the kids and I are enjoying the children’s section of the Port Washington library–another thing we remembered from last summer. Nerding it up over here, folks!

Farmer's market, Port Washington. Picking up some strawberries on the way back to the boat.

Farmer’s market, Port Washington. Picking up some strawberries on the way back to the boat.

One Comment on “Escape from Milwaukee

  1. Water has its own clock, it’s own rhythm. I imagine that soon you will entrain together. Enjoy the ride. Thinking of you all fondly.

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