June 14, 2013. Ephraim Eats and Surprises.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 14, 2013. Ephraim Eats and Surprises.  As advertised, we changed campsites this morning, then headed to Ephraim.  First, we revisited the Door County Bakery for lunch and desserts.  We then visited the Hardy Gallery, a graffiti-covered warehouse on the shore of the Green Bay.  The graffiti tradition began when the captains of ships docking there scribbled the name of their ship on the warehouse siding.  The warehouse in now an art gallery in the summer, but people are encouraged to contribute to the graffiti. 

 

You will notice that one person proposed to his girlfriend there.  She accepted I was told.  As we circled the warehouse, I noticed a young couple with two children and an older couple who appeared to be grandparents.  I learned the couple's names were Trevor and Kelly.  They had written their names on the wall when they got married.  They returned to add the names of their two children when they were born.  While Kelly's parents were in the gallery, Trevor tacked a sign announcing the birth of their third child in December of this year.  And, that's how Kelly told her parents that she was expecting again.  With a trembling lower lip her father embraced her.  Her mother, crying with joy did likewise.  It was a neat moment in the life of their family.  And, it obviously was a surprise for Kelly's parents. 

 

We walked around Ephraim, allowing our lunch to settle before trying the ice cream at Wilson's Restaurant.  The flowers here add color and beauty everywhere.  Many of those shown here were at the Green Gable shops.  Annie would point out something for me to photograph.  I took many more pictures than you see here.  But, these will give you the flavor of the area. 

 

Fred and Anna recommended Wilson's to us.  It is a very popular place.  The parking lot was filled until after 2:00 PM.  I asked for a double dip on a waffle cone.  What I got was a double-double.  The nice young lady behind the old time ice cream counter stuffed four scoops of ice cream into the cone.  It was about half the size of my head.  Annie, demonstrating disgusting restraint, ordered only a single dip.  She got two.  The total bill was about $8.00, cheap for a place which caters to tourists.  Neither of us could eat dinner tonight.  But tomorrow is another day.  I will live to eat again.  And, I will live to eat ice cream at Wilson's again . . . this trip.