This evening, we went on a tractor ride after dinner. That is a very rural Midwest sentence on my second full day as a Wisconsin resident. But my dad has a 1939 tractor that was in his family and made it’s way to Door County at the start of summer. He hooked up a trailer to the back, put in a few lawn chairs, and we now have a sanctioned booze cruise down Mariner Road. They dolled it all up for a neighborhood parade a few weeks ago (literally just residents of our street making their own “floats” because the town parade was canceled), but I got to ride in it for the first time tonight.
Beer in hand we drove up and own Mariner Road with my dad piloting. It was relaxing, fun, spontaneous, and felt like a vacation even though I worked all day and will be working tomorrow (because I live here now and I can be here all the time, unreal).
Door County, while not actually untouched by the pandemic, does feel untouched. There’s no one around. So much space. Just the lake and the woods and chatting outside with the couple of neighbors we do have. There’s not even anyone else in my condo building (I’m the only permanent resident). And there are tractor rides. So there.
With Love,
Natalie