Whitewater is a wonderful little Wisconsin town, home of the University of Wisconsin at Whitewater. It is populated by 14,505 people and it has 27 streets and 127 stop signs. We know this because we came upon every one of them, some of them twice. The Omaha crew had elected to forgo the crowded interstate, opting instead for the scenic route that would allow us to enjoy some twists, turns, and two lane fun. That seemed like a good idea, and indeed it was a much better alternative than the super slab. Until we reached the town of Whitewater, that is. On a map it appeared that the highway would take us directly through the town. Unfortunately what's on a map does not necessarily reflect what's on the planet's surface.
 |
| Highway 59? Go left and/or straight. |
Such was the case in Whitewater, where home-made detour signs directed us slightly off of the intended route. And then slightly more…..and even more slightly more. At every decision point there seemed to be a stop sign. And indecision. When we had passed the same lemonade stand and the same yard sale three times it occurred to us that we were not making any headway. Beatrice, the stern woman in the GPS who tells us where to turn, grew so agitated that she eventually blurted out, "I give up, YOU figure it out!" and the magenta "go this way" map turned into the image of a pretzel.
 |
| Stop signs abound in Whitewater |
 |
| The water tower enjoyed our antics |
The only thing missing was cobblestones (insiders will understand that reference).
Eventually women in housecoats tiring of the endless noise from our exhaust pipes, emerged from their homes (trailing infants who were holding their hands over their ears) all of whom were gesturing in one general direction that we assumed was the path out of town. Fortunately we finally exited the town and were on our way to Milwaukee, home of Harley Davidson, Miller beer, and the worst lederhosen since Colonel Klink. More about that in next day's edition.
Yay; updated blog!
ReplyDelete