Skip to main content

The Cape Cod of the Midwest

We talked Brittany into joining us for a road trip to Door County, WI. Scott had never been there before (or so I believe). Considering how short of a drive it is I'm surprised my family didn't go that often, either.


Brooke likes to get to the destination on road trips, but if you mention Fleet Farm or antiques she's totally in.

Scott calls it Farm and Fleet (southerner).

It took me many years to figure out that they were different stores.


 As Brittany wasn't planning on going camping we decided to get an extra tent and more sleeping bags. Of course we had to get a 2 pound bag of trail mix.

She loves that 2# trail mix. I decided to get this Rayovac headlamp. It has three separate LED zones in blue, red and white. I've been using it ever since to paint photos and, of course, lead my way.


We were all hungry for lunch and agreed on Mexican. We stopped at a restaurant in a strip mall outside Sturgeon Bay. Surprisingly some of the best ethnic restaurants are hiding in strip malls.

Agreed. A year back we stopped at a similarly nondescript Mexican joint, El Tapatio, in Fort Collins. In that case the quality of the food may have been aided by our trip to the New Belgium Brewery.

We continued up Hwy 42 along the coast. Blake threw out his useless facts with, "Did you know Door County is the Cape Cod of the Midwest?" Scott responded with the comment, "What if we went to Cape Cod and called it the Door County of the East Coast?"

I'd love to buy this motel.
 



We stopped at an antique store/cheese shop/gallery. Scott and I bought the cocktail shaker above.
We made another stop in Egg Harbor for some beer at the Shipwrecked Inn.

Can you tell we're related?
Scott and I got the beer sampler and a pint.

Can't remember the whole bunch, but the Captain's Copper and Bayside Blonde stood out.

Blake and Brittany had soda pops instead.

Egg Harbor was too quaint for my taste, but the next city balanced the cheese/authenticity factor with my favorite dessert.



Of course we had to stop at the Frozen Custard shop.


Fish Creek's Not Licked Yet reminded of the pre-Kalahari Wisconsin Dells. Where as Egg Harbor seemed manufactured, adirondacks, frozen custard and what I suppose is the Fish Creek screamed Wisconsin (despite that adirondacks come from New York). It makes me long for Storybook Gardens.

We then went to Peninsula State Park and scored an awesome spot near the Green Bay. After we set up camp we decided to keep driving north to the tip of Door County.
We stopped and climbed the tower in the park first. I remember coming here as a child. 
 
Being my first time in Door, I spent a little more time hanging out on the outlook. It's one of those views that's worth getting as many angles as possible. When I was heading back down Brooke, Brittany and Blake looked like ants next to a toy car.

We were hungry again and stopped at Moretti's, a little Chicago-style place, in Sister Bay. Scott had a sandwich. 

I didn't just have a sandwich. I had The Godmother: a combo of moist Italian beef and handmade meatballs smothered with spaghetti sauce. It was decadent.

We shared eggplant fries and pizza. 

We had drove all the way up to the Washington Island ferry before we realized we were low on gas. After we stopped for pizza, the next two closest gas stations were closed. We were a little worried we were going to run out. Luckily we found one.

While we were driving back to the park Blacob took this trippy-sunset photo.

 We made another quick stop before sunset to see the lighthouse. 


Then we got some wood and made a fire before calling it a night, while Scott tried out his new headlamp and complained there were no marshmallows. 


The next morning we packed up (it was pretty windy) and headed back down the peninsula on the east side down hwy 57. 

I could post 57 similar photos of Blake. I find it funny when photographers don't like being photographed.

We stopped for breakfast at this darling place, The Town Hall Cafe and Bakery. We were just going to run in and grab some pastry goods but the place was just too darn cute. 

There's a running joke in Wisconsin that the Upper Peninsula ought to be a part of Wisconsin.
The food was awesome as well. 

This little wonder was made up of a phyllo dough nest, mild sausage, poached eggs and an aged Wisconsin cheese that escapes my mind. Our most expensive meal on the day trip cost around $50 for the four of us. 

Because the Town Hall didn't take cards, I marched up the highway under a persistent drizzle to the closest bar (that was open well before noon) and asked for the Tyme machine. I took out a little extra money and made my way back down Hwy. 57. Not a bad way to work off a filling breakfast.

We made one last stop to get some cheese before heading home. I do feel like I betrayed Door County by not buying anything cherry related while we were there. 

We did in fact have a cherry-infused beer at the Shipwrecked Inn. Not sure if that counts. But we'll put it up on the board anyways.

Christmas card?


To Be Continued

Comments

emma. said…
Yeah it's called Farm and Fleet.
That mouse picture cracks me up. How is that all of our eyes are closed at the same time? Us Romenesko's.
Blacob said…
I like how you used the term "tyme machine." I'm proud of ya.
I'm going to ask somebody in Minnesota for a bubbler and tyme machine sometime this summer.
mm45 said…
Hi. I stumbled upon your site while contemplating taking a trip to Wisconsin this summer. This is the best Wisconsin (and Minnesota) webpage I have been able to find, by far. It is very well done, intelligent, interesting and tasteful while being for the most part understated. I wish there were more things like it.

Popular posts from this blog

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like...

While driving through the Linden Hills neighborhood with the trees all lit, Meadow said, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Oh that's what the song means!" Since it was the weekend after Thanksgiving we had to make that a reality. We decorated our little place with the Christmas decorations that made the cut in our downsize. You didn't think we'd get rid of our collection of nutcrackers? Did you? My good friend and realtor Nate invited us to his companies Christmas party. Meadow was super excited. Upon walking in they had her favorite cutouts for photo ops. Meadow was also super pumped to pick her own cookies. First we ate said cookies. While waiting for our turn to see Santa Meadow wrote him a letter. Both kids did great. Though none of them smiled. Nate later asked me, "Is Santa smiling?" Indeed he was not. We were number 87. I'm sure he was done with smiling by number 50.

Brooke's Always Productive Vol. 978

  Along with Meadow going back to school and needing masks, I also made her some headbands and attached buttons to hold the straps.  Perfect so her little ears don't get hurt. The kids requested Chocolate Rye Pancakes for this Valentine's breakfast. So sweet. In two ways. I guess Brooke got Meadow a Valentine's shirt. Nope, I got her the fleece lined leggings with hearts on the knees. She already had the shirt. Mmmm...the kids' favorite. You know it's cold outside when you can't see out the window.  Meadow was up to her crafty self and made Theo a batman mask. She made a wrong cut and patched it up otherwise it looks awesome. I made Brooke some peanut butter-peanut butter cup-chocolate ice cream for Valentine's day. It was delicious. When you live in a small place your bedroom becomes your sewing room. I also prefer sewing standing up.  I'm not sure if she's complaining, but I love our small footprint condo lifestyle. Do not miss our big old house. N

Sisters, a Brother and Walking Chicago

  Summer always seems to mean one thing: weddings. Whether I'm shooting or attending, we're bound to end up at a few every year.  This time around we were heading down to Chicago from my big sister Katrina's nuptials. I feel like all our vacations are centered around a wedding or something wedding related. I wish we could go on a vacation without having to worry about being somewhere.   It also means a few repetitive trips down I-94. There aren't nearly enough unique stops off the interstate. One outlier is Foster Cheese Haus , the only organic Wisconsin cheese shop I know of. Run by the folks behind Castle Rock Organic Farms , we always try to stop by. Unfortunately for us they were closed on Wednesdays, but at least we got to spy on their darling garden out front.    Brooke and I arrived in Necedah. We decided to stop at Brooke's sister Brittany's home along the way to cut the ride in half and get her dressed hemmed.   In