Into the woods

No, not Dysfunctional Families on Parade the musical. I mean an actual road trip. I'm heading into the far northern reaches of Wisconsin (where men are men and the mosquitoes are bigger than everybody) with my family for a happy-sad occasion. We're going to scatter my grandmother's ashes near those of her late husband, on the old family homestead, and celebrate her life in one of her (and our) favorite places. I think I'll have internet access at the hotel, but I can't swear to it--and I may decide to take a short break from the tubes, in favor of some quiet time with the trees and the critters and the lakes, and a little German pot roast and potato pancakes at my grandparents' favorite restaurant. Deo volente and the river doesn't keep rising while I'm gone, I'll be back on Sunday afternoon/evening.