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It can feel like forever between winter and spring in Wisconsin, especially when you're eager to get back on the open road.
It was chap weather this morning when Rog & I started out on our clean & shiny Harleys, but soon warmed up to the balmy mid 50's, which gave us the opportunity to shed a layer for a couple of hours and enjoy the crisp, exhilarating breeze.
We stopped at one of our favorite spots for a much overdue, near perfect Bloody Mary; meandered through the Kettle Moraine Forest and were surprised to find the Hamburger Hut open for business so early in the season and took advantage of the small crowd waiting in line for a good old fashioned, greasy burger and a spot at the only seating available...outdoors, of course.
The sky is blue, the road is long and the snow is nearly melted...all is good ~
This is the latest look of our neighborhood!! It is so pretty for the eyes and makes Santa & the snowmobilers happy, but it is such a pain in the a$$ to drive in & shovel. What can a poor Midwestern gal, who should be living in the tropics anyway, do? Bundle up for a walk and take snowy pictures. I've posted so many this past week on Flickr, that people think I'm making this stuff up in Photoshop!! Count your blessings if your worst winter weather concern is a drop in temperature and count your blessings anyway. Happy Harley Days to All ~
Roger is always on the hunt, usually for wild game, but for some time it's been a hunt for a Harley upgrade. He recently encountered a dark gray 2009 that suited him, took a shot, and drove home a bargain...with snow on the ground and 34F degrees in the wind!! Out with the old, in with the new...and except for the 'new' smell & shininess, you would hardly notice the difference...but they're there, all four hundred or so of them!
Happy riding, honey, she's a beauty!! Maybe you can keep up with me now *-*
...but, oh, how I wish it was the last!! This dusting of Mother Nature's frozen dandruff existed less than an hour and let's just say...it was 59 minutes longer than necessary, for I get the point...no aimless motorcycling in the forecast :-((
How I ended up in the frozen tundra, especially since my little birds all flew the coop, for the most part, to warmer climates, is beyond my comprehension. I spent sporadic years attempting to root myself in various other parts of the country, but for time worn reasons & fairy tale rhymes, I would migrate back "home" to Wisconsin.
One day, the sooner the better, I will grab the bull by the horns and steer myself towards a place where the weather alone won't institutionalize me. In the mean time, I'll rub my hands together, don my feet with extra fleece and wear hats indoors while I conjure up my ideal destination. ~
It can feel like forever between winter and spring in Wisconsin, especially when you're eager to get back on the open road.
