Monday, September 22, 2025
L:61 H:65
I drove up to Walkie’s in the morning. He told me to come back if my check engine light came on, and it was. The truck was running a lot better. It sounded good and was getting better gas mileage.
He wasn’t there, so I poked around the yard for a while. It’s always fun to see old abandoned vehicles. One old Ford sat without an engine. A cool, old Jeep truck sat waiting for a total restore. Engines that had been removed were lined up. Transmissions rested on a wall. I figured Walkie had other business, so I headed back to camp. I stopped into Peterson’s Foods for a few essentials. I counted 19 turkeys on the way.
We decided to go to Cornucopia and visit the General Store. It is a cool store, very neatly kept. We poked around a while, then went across the street to Siskowit Farmhouse for lunch. They had a very good fish chowder and we split a chicken frittata.
Martha called Walkie. He had been helping his mother do some things, but said he would be at the garage all afternoon. Discussing the options, we decided to take a reasonably quick hike. At Myer’s Beach is a Sea Caves hike, so we drove back north.
First we had to pay, going online to get a pass to leave in the truck. Well, that took a precious 15 minutes. The hike is very pretty, and on a nice afternoon, it attracted a number of hikers. Mushrooms were everywhere. I could have spent the day photographing them. An hour later we came to the first sea cave.
Martha once again got close enough to the edge that I got nervous. It was no doubt cool. There were mora ahead, but if we were to get back to Walkie’s, we had best turn around.
We arrived at Walkie’s about 3:30. There were four other trucks being evaluated. A lady paced in front of a Ford, while her husband was watching Walkie work. Walkie saw us and said, “Let me go help Gary (Greg), because that won’t take a minute.
He grabbed his code reader and plugged it in. Whenever the check engine light comes on, it is almost always a …… problem. You won’t get throttled back or anything. He did something and then reset the code. He and the fellow with the Ford advised me on code readers and which ones would work. “It’s a good thing to have, so you can see what the problem is.”
I reached for my wallet, and he refused any payment. “You paid more than you needed the other day.” They leave Wednesday for Richmond, Virginia for their niece’s wedding. “Maybe we’ll pass you.” Looking around, he said, “I got an international business today. We got one from Wyoming, one from Florida and you from Virginia.” I went inside to get Martha and left $60 on the bench. It might have gotten a little oil on it, but he won’t mind.
At first I thought this was an Ojibwe sign, but it was Brooke’s cat making its own litter box beside our trailer. Very neat though. Brooke and John are our great campground hosts. They went for a float trip down the Brule River. I asked how the float was, and she replied, “Good.”
From Wikipedia: In 1928, United States President Calvin Coolidge maintained a summer residence, known as the “Summer White House”, at the Cedar Island Lodge, located on the upper Bois Brule River. Since then, the property has been purchased by the founders of 3M, the Ordways.[2]
The river is known for its trout fishing and white-water canoeing, and is revered by fly fishermen for its prolific mayfly and stone fly hatches. The Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources has a fish hatchery and a ranger station that operates the state forest and nearby campgrounds