this is where i was born



constants: eight blocks

It is eight blocks from our house… to our home.

fog + flooding in sauk city

We’ve had some flooding in our village and sister village (Prairie du Sac) this week, which is unusual for this time of year.  The fog this morning inspired me to get out to look around and take some photos.  This much excess water always leaves me wondering what it would have been like to live here before the dam was built upstream.

If you look really close in the shot with the ducks and geese, you can see a heron sitting atop a tree in the distance.  He took off from the foreground as soon as I approached the temporary cove.  (It is usually a foot trail.)


walking with grandpa



I have often mentioned that I am the fourth generation to hike the banks of the Wisconsin River here in the villages of Sauk City and Prairie du Sac, which are smooshed together and often (falsely) called “Sauk-Prairie”.  My daughter is, of course, the fifth generation of Therkelsson-Malone-Andersons to be a child of this river and proudly claims that title. 

To those of us who have nearly a century of lineage here, Sauk-Prairie is an adjective… not a noun.  For instance, this is the Sauk-Prairie area.  These people who have relocated here over past decades, and who are even involved in the future development of the villages, use the noun form of the word and it makes me want to shake them.  (While we share a police department, school district and hospital, each village maintains its own library, utilities, fire department, and government.  By the way, Sauk City has the oldest organized volunteer fire department in the state of Wisconsin.) 

All that aside, back to the river… Long before there were paved trails near the river, I trekked the foot trails with Grandpa Anderson.  Even then, 35 years in my past, the path often fell away as it neared the river banks and new stepping spots were slowly etched to the west, inch by inch.  I have taken this route hundreds of times, and I would like to think that I have some part in keeping the foot trails alive. 

The photos in this post were snapped near August Derleth park in Sauk City.  Many people outside of Wisconsin are not familiar with this talented local author, who passed away in the 1970s, but if you are familiar with H.P. Lovecraft… you can thank Mr. Derleth for that. 

I would like to share a foggy June morning with you as I spend time with my river, myself, and the memory of Grandpa Anderson.  (Since this is a photo-heavy post, you can see the rest of the pictures after the jump from your reader or the main page.) 

Have a merry weekend, friends.

Continue reading walking with grandpa

this moment + weekend already?


x at the wisconsin river


(Playing along again with SouleMama’s this moment Friday series.)

Thanks to everyone for joining me at this new space.  Things are still a little clunky over here, and I will eventually adjust the theme, but this should work for now. 

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Happy weekend!

oh, monday … hello!

Hello, friends.  Hello, Monday. 

I’m glad for a new week.  Good-bye, semi-hedonistic weekend.  Welcome to-do lists, projects en queue, a fresh menu, beauty in routines, houred days, wanting to stay up late at night, making family dinners, accomplishing goals, and French-pressed coffee in the morning while I read emails.  (Oh, wait. I do that last one pretty much every day.)  I have probably said it dozens of times, if not one hundred, on this blog how very much I like the structure of weekdays … even though I’m not always so structured myself. 

We had a nice weekend.  I was partly lazy, partly dreamy, and even a little productive.  We all had solo and duo time, as well as all three of us together for Sunday.  Time, at least taking advantage of it, is a good thing. 

One more thing and then I’ll shush up.  WELCOME NEW FRIENDS.  Somehow, I have been lucky enough to get a few new bright, lovely, and talented people commenting here.  It delights me.  Really.  Some of you I visited first and some of you found me.  However it happened, I am glad that we’ve crossed paths.  The internet, blogging makes the world so much a smaller, closer, friendlier place.  I like that. 

Embrace your Monday … if not the whole day, just something?!  Someone?!


our tribal village

Just a few shots that go with “the other side” and “girl“.  At least tentatively. 


thursday river walk

I took a quiet walk by myself this last Thursday, through the trails that I know by heart.  As always, parts of it break off into the sand and river, as seen in the pictures that show the trail behind and ahead of me.  The leaves were falling like snowflakes and the big fish were jumping like mad.


when the river calls

I took a walk with my husband this last Sunday morning.  It was wonderfully foggy and these photos really don’t do justice to the magic that is the Wisconsin River Valley. 

Words to describe it completely escape me. 

We walked amongst the sidetrails that I have walked hundreds of times before with Grandpa Anderson, so many years past.  For the zillionth time, I told my husband that this is the river where I was born on a cold, winter night and that there’s still no time between then and now.  I thought about mentioning how I’m quite certain I was once a catfish and that I know what it feels like to skim along the river bed.  I didn’t.  I have told him many times before then and I will tell him many times again.  



prairie du sac bridge over the wisconsin river