November 5, 2011

It's nice when beautiful places remain beautiful, year after year.

Mr. Irene and I were newlyweds during the autumn of 1989. He lived in Wisconsin, and I worked in South Carolina. We commuted between those two states for two years. In October 1989, I flew up to Madison from Columbia to quench my taste for my native Midwest and to enjoy the Fall colors.

Mr. Irene and I did a mini-tour of the surrounding area. We spent the weekend at a B&B, took the ferry across the Wisconsin River, and ate (things like roast duck with kraut) at supper clubs.

Near Lodi, Wisconsin, October 1989. A nice memory from the "local vacation."

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