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!

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Thoughts?