A dog, fireworks and a big lake: part II

With the first loud crack of thunder, Marlowe made a beeline for the bed, throwing herself under it until the next morning. As we groggily woke up, we could feel the cooler temps the storm brought in and it was crisp and cozy. Even better, the sun was back! Marlowe had inched her way out from under the bed and seemed to be calming down. We got up, showered, got dressed and sipped some coffee as we plotted the day on the porch. We had heard so much about Door County and were ready to explore.

As a neighbor passed by to say hello, Marlowe  bolted toward the door punching out the screen with one forceful swipe of her paw. She just wanted to reciprocate the hello. I said hi to the neighbor, apologizing for our hyperactive dog, as Adam reprimanded her. Marlowe immediately proceeded to jump on the guest room bed to pee on the pretty quilt and down comforter, showing us that she was not OK with this situation. 

The Fourth of July was the next day and the firecrackers started early in the morning and didn't stop until the grand finale that night. Needless to say, Marlowe was a mess all weekend and we quickly realized why it wasn't a good idea to bring a little puppy to a new house (over 4th of July weekend, mind you) with new smells, people, fireworks and 3 epic thunderstorms...especially after moving across country from Colorado to Wisconsin with her less than 8 months prior. 

We spent the remainder of the trip researching where the local hardware store was to replace the screen (for a while we thought we had to replace the door, but 3 different hardware guys assured us we didn't need to go that route). We found the Sturgeon Bay laundromat to clean the quilt and comforter and learned that tennis balls come in handy when cleaning comforters. 

We are lucky enough to be going back to Door County in a few weeks, and Marlowe will be at camp with her buddies, her favorite place on earth. 

A dog, fireworks and a big lake

A couple summers ago Adam and I went to Door County for a 4th of July long weekend get-away. We have a dear family friend that generously let us stay at her house in Gill's Rock, a quaint little unincorporated town. The house is perched right on the rocky shores of Lake Michigan, complete with a long, woodsy road to the house that is reminiscent of my summer drive to camp when I was a kid. The house is a sweet, little yellow bungalow that could only be made so cozy by Marianna with candles, pretty rugs, comfy pillows, a long barn-like kitchen table and books galore on the inside of its quaint quarters. Bunk beds are scattered upstairs that were once used by her three daughters, and are now used by them when they are home, and by friends like us. We were pinching ourselves to be able to visit such a beautiful and serene refuge.

As we wouldn't think twice about taking a trip without our 1-year-old dog (a Vizsla), Marlowe, Marianna, a "dog person", gave us the A-OK and we packed her up in the VW Jetta sportwagon we got in Colorado along with our weekend-er bags, and began our trek to the great outdoors of Northeastern Wisconsin. We were off!

There are other cabins surrounding Mari's house filled with neighbors she knows that come from near and far at intermittent times throughout the summer, and the ocean-like awesomeness of Lake Michigan you can see, on sunny days, glistening from the screened-in porch off the back. Our first night there, we got settled, unpacked our bags and checked out the lake view. As the sun began to set neighbors walking down the trail would wave a hello with a glass of white wine in hand, barefoot or in Birkenstocks, heading back to their porches to take in the view on their own or with friends and loved ones. We breathed in the fresh, cool air and let out a sigh of relaxation.

The first storm approached timidly enough. The lightening flickered in the distance, and the low  rumbles of the thunder flowed like the lake waves. As nightfall surrounded us, the rain started coming down at a rapid pace and the lightening and thunder was not a safe flicker and a serene roll anymore. The eye of the first storm was right over us. 

To be continued...