Saturday we rose early and had breakfast at a sunny cafe near the harbor. My husband ordered French toast while I enjoyed a farmer's omelet. The harbor was a busy place, filled with sailboats and fishing vessels, and we watched them as we ate. Soon, we would board a ferry for Door County.
Door County, some of you may know, is considered the "Cape Cod of the Midwest." I didn't give it that name, nor would I. Door County is just Door County: A rocky, woody peninsula where the air smells like woodsmoke all year long. There are resorts and motels and miniature golf courses along with charming shops, antiques and plenty of art studios. And there are lovely restaurants.
We usually drive there and stay at a resort perched on a cliff. We sample wine, enjoy long leisurely meals and soak in the whirlpool. I shop for folk art and contemporary art jewelry and my husband indulges me (my kind of getaway).
But today we were car-less, and had to make our way around Sturgeon Bay on foot. This is a small city of shipyards and art museums, of Queen Anne homes on tree-lined streets and posh resorts and old brick buildings from two centuries ago.
We enjoyed ourselves, of course, eating chicken sandwiches with lime and cilantro and buying fudge for my husband. My own big discovery was green tea ice cream, which is incredibly refreshing but apparently not very popular here.
"People are afraid to try it," the nice young man behind the counter told me.
Even better than the food was the ferry ride. In the morning, it was cool and we stayed inside, but on the return trip in the late afternoon, we found seats on the stern deck and relished the breeze and sunshine. We passed the green Door County headlands and the limestone clifts and lighthouses and island and dozens of other craft.
It was nearly 7 p.m. when we returned home, but we had ribs, fresh corn and a simple cucumber salad along with a modest wine that tasted of orchard fruits.
I just wanted to share this day with you. It was near-perfect.