I was supposed to be riding my bike today. It’s raining, so I’m not. I’m so grateful that I had PERFECT weather for my three dream rounds of golf last week in Wisconsin because it’s pretty much been raining since. After driving through the Chicago metro area last year I swore I’d never do that again. This time, instead of heading south from Kohler, Wisconsin, I ventured 100 miles west, just to avoid that fiasco, where I spent the last week in Wisconsin Dells.
Wis Dells is not only a town, but a section of the Wisconsin River passing through something of a gorge. The town……uh, it’s waterpark and mini-golf HELL! Disappointing. There is some good golf here, if the sun shines. I got one round in and managed to fit a fun ride in before the rain one day. I also spent a nice few hours on a boat tour of The Dells. Really the only way to see it. It was also a sprinkly kind of day aboard the SS Marquette, but not so bad as to keep me from the top deck.
The upper Dells tour makes two stops along its route. One at Stand Rock and another at Witch’s Gulch. Stand Rock is actually the second stop along the way, but not nearly as interesting. Cool rock formation though.
Witch’s Gulch is by far the best part of the tour. It’s kind of Wisconsin’s version of Antelope Canyon……though nowhere near as spectacular as that marvel. The gulch stretches several hundred yards off a small inlet on the river, formed during the receding Ice Age by glacier melt.
There is still plenty of water flowing through the slot canyon from the surrounding forests.
The tiki torches are lit for the nightly Ghost Boat tour. I think the dinner cruise also makes a stop here. Wis Dells is quite touristy, you see.
Having made my way far enough west, yesterday I came south into Illinois. I’d intended to knock out my Illinois state ride here but I’ve done nowhere near enough riding to get through the 107 mile route here in Dekalb, IL. I was hoping to do the 65 mile route and maybe push it to 80 if I felt good. None of it is worth slogging through full day of rain in the saddle. I’m old…..and retired. I ride because I want to, not because I have to.
But now that I’m far enough south I can head east to Michigan with a short stop along the way, without having to go through Chicago.