Last summer, my husband, a friend from church, and our younger daughter took the train into Chicago, then Amtrak to Milwaukee, Wisconsin before cycling over two days to get to Sheboygan, Wisconsin. I met them the first night, then explored a bit before driving to Sheboygan in the rain to pick them up.
After lunch, I went out to walk around a bit. This might be a rather ordinary door, but how many doors are beneath the prow of a boat?
