I have a vanity tag on my vehicle proclaiming my love for our summer place. This afternoon I parked my car more than 1,000 miles away to make a quick stop at a market. When I came out, I noticed a flyer tucked behind my windshield wiper. Then I did a double take, my annoyance changing to astonishment. It was for a gallery I've visited in Door County! No idea who left it for me--no one else in the parking lot had one--but I'll be taking my story to the gallery come summer!
Hurricane is hanging with Holly who is in solitary after suffering a herniated disc on Saturday. Can't imagine how we're going to keep her quiet for the required four weeks.
We had intended to celebrate Valentine's Day and our anniversary with lobster and fondue at home. Then we saw the marquee at our nearby Mexican restaurant: fajitas for two, two margaritas, dessert, $20. Sold! (Any excuse for Mexican, really.) See our steak and chicken fajitas, all the trimmings, and a dessert I'd eat every day if I could.
It was a glorious day for a hike so we hit the trail system around our new home. Before we knew it, we had hiked five miles. Felt great and provided confirmation I did not need that new knee just yet.
Hot Pot! Think Asian fondue with two broth options, mild and spicier (of course). We sat for hours dipping and eating beef, pork, shrimp, dumplings, noodles, mushrooms, and on and on. Perfect for a chilly winter day!