I ran into the Queen of England on the Green Circle recently.
At least I think it was The Queen. Y’know, the one with the little corgi dogs who have the run of the kingdom, because they’re Royal with a capital “R” and I’m definitely not.
That’s “not” with a lower-case “not on your piddly little life, peasant.”
But there were two corgis, right on the groomed cross-country skiing trail, being walked by The Queen Her Own Self.
This past weekend was one of those in which I did nothing special, but it ended up being quite special in its own Central Wisconsin way.
It started with no particular plan. By the time it was all said and done, though, I had visited four regional outdoor recreation institutions, with each visit sandwiched around a bunch of indoor activities.
All in all, it was yet another reminder of what a great place we live in.
Izaak Walton Jamboree leaves us hungry for more