I’ve spent July 4th in plenty of different places. One of my favorite memories is the summer of 2002. This sun lover was lying on the warm French riviera sand. I was shocked out of my college-aged daze when a blast of patriotic music roared through the street behind me. I’d been over there a month. I didn’t expect my patriotic songs! Could it be? It sure was with our beautiful red white and blue flag whipping in the wind. My right hand flew to connect with my heart. I felt so proud. So thankful these Americans or fans of our beautiful country put on a show for us.
This was another amazing fourth celebration weekend.
Matt and I loaded up the car drove across the state line into Northern Wisconsin. Living all the way up here in Minnesota has been a strong lesson that our country is vast and complex. We’re a long way from home, but on the 4th it didn’t matter that we’ll always call Georgia and Mississippi home, this is too is our home.
We are thrilled to have found our “home away from home” at Stout’s Island Lodge about two hours away from the cities. It’s only open from spring to fall because it’s on a small island in the middle of a lake. It feels wild there. The flora and fauna are unlike anything on main land. Bright color in every direction. The grass as green as could be. It was built in the early 1900’s by a family with a lumber fortune. Pictures show me it was just as magical then as it is now. Landscaping that looks like it just grew up looking wild, colorful and exotic. The rooms are decorated with period furniture with wood burning fireplaces. The lodge has looked just about the same since 1915, and smells like thousands of roaring fires it has hosted through the decades. Thank goodness at least some things can stay the same. Fingers crossed we can make one more visit before the season ends.