On Friday we woke up to grey skies but it wasn't raining so we couldn't complain. Besides, I think fall leaves look best against grey skies. Ernie used to argue with me but he has come around to my side. Just like when I met him I said chocolate ice cream was best but now I am vanilla all the way.
We drove a bit out of our way for this next stop but it was well worth it. The Wisconsin Concrete Park in Phillips, Wisconsin. I know I'm posting too many pictures---it's kind of a sensory overload except that it feels just like that when you are there---color, texture everywhere.
Fred Smith, born in 1886 and illiterate, created these sculptures after retiring from the lumber camps, from roughly 1950 to 1964 when he had a stroke and was confined to a nursing home for the rest of his life. Check this out for more information. Turns out there's an AirBnB onsite...if only we'd known!