I have fond memories being here as a child coming for picnics. Somewhere in the bridge both my father and my mother have their initials carved into it. Yes, it is vandalism and I do not condone marking up national historic landmark. I can not control what my parents did before I was born! LOL .... I never let my kids carve on it, so that is a step forward in progress.
I walked back and forth through the bridge couple times looking for their carvings, among the many thousands of such marks inside, but I didn't have a lot of time. I had to get back home to let the dogs out.
Here is a trip back in time..... a little 6 minute long video clip of visiting here in my old motorhome, a 1977 Winnebago. The Ultimate Behemoth. This video was probably about 1992 or 93? My brother and I took a vacation together with our kids. We brought our beloved Grandma Kafehl to the bridge to spend an April afternoon and have a little lunch. The first part is all the little cousins and our dogs, Akasha and Bonnie, playing in the park by the bridge. The second half is with Grandma inside my old motorhome.
I miss Grandma so much.
I am glad that my own children got to know their Great Grandmother
and love her as much as we all did.
Once I got home from my emotional day...
I had to unload my car.
THIS is why I went to Milwaukee and Cedarburg in the first place:
This is called Stash Enhancement!
It's an expensive process to go from raw sheep fleece to these beautiful finished balls of roving. Karen, Katrina and I had a bunch processed all at once a few years ago at a commercial business. This is some of her leftover stash she didn't think she would get around to spinning into yarn.
Each one is about the size of a soccer ball. Look how many bags I have here. It would take me quite a while to spin this up into yarn.
Back to the stash.....
This section here are a bunch of large cones of cotton yarn that I can use in weaving. Some can be used in rugs, others for towels or table runners.
Decisions decisions decisions