Today was a travel day. We departed Plymouth Rock RV Park, where there is no Plymouth but there were some rocks, and their very nice campground and took off towards Wisconsin Dells further west in Wisconsin. The state highways are pretty lumpy here but more than wide enough and almost dead-straight. We drove on WI-23 to WI-151 to WI-68 to WI-33 and finally onto westbound I-90 right into the Dells. We have found that we like the state highways better than the interstate because you see nothing on the interstate but all kinds of Americana is scattered around on the roadsides of the local routes. Some folks have statues of weird characters, some prefer a big plastic cow or moose, some like little metal men made from automotive mufflers.
We pulled into Arrowhead RV Park, allegedly a TT site but we had to pay because of secret rule number 2004.2 which may say almost anything since members are not provided with a copy. It is a nice park with wi-fi which does not work and no CATV although it is quite pretty and has full hookups and all the other stuff like game areas, a pool and unlevel RV spots. On the way in we drove by a titty bar called Cruisin’ Chubbys, a name which has more significance to those referring to an erection than to the rest of us.
We took a little spin around our camp location and just a short distance away found a racetrack where we will be going Saturday night to watch the stock car races. From there, we took off to get a sniff of the town called Wisconsin Dells. This place is possibly one of the most egregious examples of a tourist trap that exists on the face of the earth. There are big phalanxes of sign touting boat rides on the Wisconsin River, amphibious vehicle rides on the Wisconsin River, water parks, theme parks (although the theme is a bit hazy), restaurants with names like Paul Bunyan’s Cook Shanty, a Ripley’s Believe it or Nuts, a place called Dragon Quest, laser tag facilities, a plaster Mayan Temple and a myriad of other resort amenities and attractions, all designed to separate tourists from their hard-earned dollars. It is almost frightening in it’s magnitude. It only took a short drive through town before we became disgusted and returned to Arrowhead RV Park for the night.