Finally I arrived and checked in at Beantown Campground to get my tent site. I had been driving for five and a half hours in the rain. I noticed the creeks and rivers were high which meant it had been raining for quite some time, but really didn't mind. Camping in a tent in the rain in Door County was still better than not.
So, anyway, I arrived and John, the owner, asked if I still wanted to campsite. "Umm... yeah," I replied a little uncertain. Were there no campsites left, I wondered? Then he said these magical words, "It's not that busy and there are some sleeper cabins open." I thought about it a bit. Money is tight and just driving up here was a luxury. "No thank you," I said. "I can't afford that, I'll just take the tent site." Then John says to me: (angels start to sing and a bright light opens up) "same price." THEN he gives me a heater!
It was 9-11 and John gave me faith that good people are still in the world. So, if you have to go camping, or need a sleeper cabin or nice cabin or RV site; please go see John at Beantown Campground in Bailey's Harbor, Door County, Wisconsin. He is the bestest!
I dropped off my framed prints at Plum Bottom Pottery with Chad Luberger. We talked a bit about what direction we both want to go towards. I was able to meet Angela Lensch, a jewelry maker who creates woven gold and silver jewelery. She is a Plum Bottom artist as well. They both seem intelligent, soft spoken, capable and down to earth. I think we are going to get along just fine. I get so nervous meeting people, though! If you asked me five years ago if I thought I would be driving up to Door County by myself, talking to people I don't know, to drop off my artwork at a gallery I would think you were crazy. This will be one wild ride where I push myself to do new things and take chances on myself. It feels good.
I had asked Chad and Angela what restaurants they recommended. They suggested the Coyote Roadhouse - which I remembered as a biker's bar from when I was younger, but now is an mid-priced, comfort food type of place. They asked if I liked seafood (which I do!) and suggested the in downtown Bailey's Harbor. That was the choice for me. I never noticed this building before. Once I stepped inside, it was as if I was transported to a Gentleman's English cottage. One room was lined with books with weathered tables and chairs. I didn't want to take up an entire table for just one person, so I requested to sit at the bar. Everyone was so friendly. Chad had suggested the mussels. I've never eaten a mussel before, so I had to ask the bartender how to eat them. I was horribly embarrassed. All that disappeared the moment I put a bite into my mouth. Oh my goodness! I've never tasted anything so wonderful - at least not for a very long time. The next thing I ate was a Brazilian inspired chicken stew with white meat seared in dendê (palm oil) and simmered in an aromatic broth of coconut milk, lemon grass, chilies, and, Cachaça rum, paired with steamed rice. (Description is straight from the menu).
Towards the end of the meal I met a couple from Davenport, IA. We both knew Jodean the director of the Venus Envy Show there. We had a great conversation and as I left, I felt so wonderful.
That afternoon, before dinner, I went to the Hand-On Art Studio and painted a bowl with a dragonfly and a butterfly from The Ridges brochure.
I awoke after a fitful sleep and went to shower at the campground facilities - a LONG, HOT, calming relaxing shower. I took my time putting on my makeup and drying and curling my hair. Another luxury! The primping wasn't for anyone else but me. In fact, my plans included hiking, but putting on makeup and doing my hair just made me feel good.
Afterward, I packed my belongings and went to Toft's Point. It is a refuge for plants and animals just next to The Ridges in Bailey's Harbor. There were three distinct areas: the deep woodlands, grassy areas as the path led towards Lake Michigan and then the rocky shoreline. A family had raised 7 children in a cabin there in the 1860s. I tried to imagine how free, yet how hardworking they must have been.
As I walked the path, the little red squirrels chittered after me. I was all alone, so I spoke to them. "I'm sorry little squirrel, I won't hurt you, I'm just passing through." But then they kept following me! "Little squirrel," I said with exasperation," How can I leave you alone when you are FOLLOWING ME!" Then his friends came along. They chattered and whistled at me to leave also. They only left me alone when the wood ended and the grassy open areas began to appear.
I was amazed in the woods how I couldn't hear any sounds other than nature. It was so quite. The needles from the trees cushioned my footsteps and muffled sound. I wanted to just lay down and take it all in: the light shining is slivers through the trees, making the leaves shine like Tiffany stained glass and resting upon lush mosses.