19th
Which cabin you ask?
Okay, it wouldn’t be a Mike story if something didn’t go wrong. I don’t try to make this go awry, but I’m pretty sure its genetic.
Not thirty minutes after I told the blog I was in Ripon, I travelled out to the cabin (10:30ish). As I pulled up to the dark cabin and started to unload, I heard a dog bark and a light came on inside. I rechecked my confirmation letter and, though I had the cabin reserved, someone was in it. Cue the rain. Feeling flustered and not wanting a situation, I took off. As I drove away, I remembered that my friend Paul had given me a key to his cabin in Waupaca weeks ago. So I got out the map and headed north.
It was a long hour of driving roads with numbers but no names. It was raining and deer kept running out to meet my mini van. I was tucked into bed by 12:30 at the other cabin. Classic.