I keep thinking I should really write about one vacation before writing about the next, but what the hell. You'll get to hear about our May trip to Utah pretty soon.
We spent the 4th of July week in a little log cabin in the woods of northern Wisconsin. This is Bill's family cabin, which was lived in by his grandmother for about 40 years. It's on tens of acres of woods and river, and is a lovely place to spend a few relaxing days with the deer and the fireflies.
On this trip Bill brought a couple of his air rifles. I haven't written about this yet, but a relatively new hobby of his is competetive marksmanship with air rifles. These are fancy, souped-up pellet guns. Seeing as how we're well within the city limits, he doesn't haul these things out and shoot in the back yard. They're only pellet guns, but still. People don't generally appreciate their neighbors shooting stuff up, however responsible and safety-conscious they might be, and I don't blame them.
So the prospect of being out in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, with no neighbors anywhere, and several straight days of pure free time, seemed like the perfect opportunity to get in a little practice. Or a lot of practice.
But first, what to shoot at? A trip "downtown" to the five and dime (it's still called that -- how cute!) yielded a collection of little plastic pirates and some small balloons. Bill's dad cleaning out a few boxes from the attic added a few old Christmas decorations. Let the carnage begin!
You can see more photos here.
We spent the 4th of July week in a little log cabin in the woods of northern Wisconsin. This is Bill's family cabin, which was lived in by his grandmother for about 40 years. It's on tens of acres of woods and river, and is a lovely place to spend a few relaxing days with the deer and the fireflies.
On this trip Bill brought a couple of his air rifles. I haven't written about this yet, but a relatively new hobby of his is competetive marksmanship with air rifles. These are fancy, souped-up pellet guns. Seeing as how we're well within the city limits, he doesn't haul these things out and shoot in the back yard. They're only pellet guns, but still. People don't generally appreciate their neighbors shooting stuff up, however responsible and safety-conscious they might be, and I don't blame them.
So the prospect of being out in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, with no neighbors anywhere, and several straight days of pure free time, seemed like the perfect opportunity to get in a little practice. Or a lot of practice.
But first, what to shoot at? A trip "downtown" to the five and dime (it's still called that -- how cute!) yielded a collection of little plastic pirates and some small balloons. Bill's dad cleaning out a few boxes from the attic added a few old Christmas decorations. Let the carnage begin!
You can see more photos here.
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