About ten years ago, Bob and I thought going to the Dells would be fun. Bob suggested, though, that instead of staying on strip, we stay in a fishing resort in Poynette, Wisconsin. (No, Bob does not fish) I figured this was one of those "six of one, half a dozen of the other" situations. It was near enough to Lake Delton to get there in about twenty minutes, but far enough from there that we wouldn't be kept up at night with partyers. Besides, we wanted to visit Circus World Museum in Baraboo, so it wasn't like we just wanted to eat at Paul Bunyan's, ride the boat and the DUCK,
|Not necessarily a Wisconsin "DUCK", but a "DUCK" nonetheless.|
When we got, there, Bob saw that next door to where we were (it was a lovely place, but by "resort", they mean we had a cabin with a bathroom, not some fancy schmancy place) staying was a boat rental place right on the river. He thought renting a pontoon boat and exploring the river sounded like fun. Again, I thought "six of one, have a dozen of the other". (Really, wherever we go, that's where the party is at, so it doesn't really matter where we are...) So, on a five day trip to "the Dells" we were planning to spend one day in Baraboo, and one day on the river.
Well, we tell the owner of the boat rental place that we are newbies, and he shows us how to drive it. Then we go for a lovely ride on the river and dock at a nice little restaurant. We had a nice lunch, and decided it was time to head back so we could return the boat on time.
Afterwards things seemed to go rather smoothly, at least until we realized that nothing looked familiar. It seems we went down the wrong branch! Nothing to worry about though, as they connected just past where we were staying. The owner of the shop was getting worried about his boat because it was almost closing time, and the weather had changed. (Did I mention it had started to rain? Woops.) He saw us and towed us back in, while I laughed and laughed.
What was so funny? Nothing really. I was just filled with joy that everything worked out okay, and that Bob and I had faced our adventure working things out together and not griping at each other and bickering. Love is not easily angered, and I was so glad to be sharing any and all adventures with Bob, whom I love so much, and loves me as well. I hope they all turn out as well, with us at the right destination when everything is all said and done.
This is being submitted to the One Word blog carnival at Peter Pollock's blog. Today's One Word is adventure.
(I had thought this would make a good "Life is Funny" post, too, but my friend hasn't been hosting her blog carnival lately.)