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.
adolescents and no reminders of failed marriages.
ride and rental operation. It's been a local favorite ever since.
it is heavenly.
for sure a sunken boat or car, but no undertows.
May through October.
surrounding Lake Geneva. Keeps those barns warm too during those nasty winters.
greatest speculation about its checkered past. Ah, to live long and well enough to boast a
checkered past. Working on it.
and a swift-footed mailman courtesy of Lake Geneva Cruise Line. This one never got
wet although he came close once.
along Main Street.