Last weekend my friend and I took our canine companions for a road trip to Washington Island in northern Wisconsin. To get there, we drove along the peninsula, then took a ferry.
Abe loves the water, and he was happy to have access to quiet beaches and an expanse of forest.
We watched a large thunderstorm roll in from People’s Park, and one day when we were walking in the garden, we heard a large crash at the edge of the forest. It was a tree, the leaves still green, it’s inside soft.
I spent my last evening on the island exploring, visiting Jackson Harbor, Stavkirke, and climbing the many steps to Mountain Park.
