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With Halloween right around the corner (ah, that would be tomorrow!) I was hoping to treat you to a good ghost story. All I really have to offer is a ghost town. But really, we’re all adults here; everybody knows there’s no such thing as ghosts, right!? On the other hand, my ghost town, South Park City, in Fairplay, Colorado, is really real, at least as far as ghost towns go! 
Where did everybody go?
I’m embarrassed to admit that for the first twenty years of my twenty-five years in the Chicago area I knew nothing of Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. Would it help if I told you I knew Lake Michigan was out there?
I assure you, I wasn’t really living under a rock. I was a transplant from the east coast living the dream in the Midwest, only it was rapidly becoming a nightmare. I was mired in the minutia of dirty diapers, two adolescents (daughters, no less; boys are so much easier), daily lesson plans and a failing marriage. These are not excuses; these are what most modern women out there want (with the exception of the failed marriage), myself included. Scenic family vacation spots two hours north of Chicago were not exactly a priority. Perhaps they should have been. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It’s all water under the bridge now. It’s quite a bit of water for Lake Geneva; 5,500 pristine acres and no bridge to speak of. But there is fishing, swimming, boating and mansions almost the size of the White House up and down the 21 miles of shoreline. Tomorrow I’ll share the details of my introduction to the “Newport of the West.” For today, my top ten photos of this legendary lady. |
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