Dells Time
When I was young, all our family vacations took place at my grandmother's cottage in Waterford, Wisconsin. It was a true cottage: a rustic summer-only place furnished with leftovers and multiple beds scattered across three unfinished rooms upstairs and a makeshilft sleeping porch downstairs. Typically, more than a few of my aunts and uncles and their families were there when we were, so beds were shared, sofas and chairs became makeship sleepers, and the one bathroom got a lot of use. When we wanted to watch TV, we usually went up the hill to my Aunt Betty's house, where someone was always up--day or night. I share this because the only time I ever went somewhere other than the cottage was on my 8th grade patrols trip to the Wisconsin Dells. It was an overnight, and I shared a real motel room with three friends. I remember it raining a lot on that trip, but I didn't care because it was so amazing to be away from home, in a motel, on a vacation. I don'...