Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Holy Cow!

For our Anniversary Extravaganza, Mr. D and I went to New Glarus on Thursday. Walking through "Little Switzerland" and admiring the quaint shops, the overflowing windowboxes, the clean streets and inviting storefronts was almost as lovely as "Actual Switzerland." Just missing the majesty of the Alps. And Americans don't have the same flair in their dress.

New Glarus is on a state trail, so we crossed the path from our "Alpine Lodge" and joined the hikers and bikers for a brief stint before touring the town. To our delight we didn't see a single McDonald's, Walmart, KMart, Walgreens, Subway, or any other franchise besides the BP station by highway. Small town America does exist still. After a few blocks we realized that New Glarus is also home to many cows.

Having missed the Heidi Festival and William Tell Days, we strolled past the bakery, flower shop, pubs and restaurants. We ate steak in a supper club and had drinks in 2 bars. We saw the town's park which hummed with activity--volleyball, swimming, swinging and biking. Our "suite" had a balcony from where we could look into the courtyard below. From our "box seats" we listened to the accordion player entertaining the, ahem, elderly patrons gathered below. I should've guessed when I booked the room and the woman on the phone asked about my AARP card that New Glarus appeals to a particular demographic. There was a miniature golf course and this water fountain, adding more reasons why I loved this town.





We noticed her first, welcoming us into the town after we crossed the trail.


She looks like she's shopping for chocolates or a nice hat.



I found him perched above the dart machine in the local sports bar. Mr. D and I suspected he was a Badger fan.


How did he get up there? Must be half mountain goat.


This gal looked friendly--a transsexual cow with horns AND udders.


Isn't she grand with her wreath of flowers?


He looks very Swissi--and bullish.


A dapper bull with his darling little cap.


A most pastoral and bovine scene in this courtyard.

I'll definitely return to New Glarus someday. Besides being the origin of one of my favorite beers, it's everything good and decent and interesting.


Another empty bottle left behind by Green Girl.

10 comments:

  1. Sounds delightful, especially the lack of mass merchandisers and fast food!

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  2. Just catching up on reading all your blogs... (have been computerless for days! It's like the air we breathe!)

    My Lord, girl, you do have a lot to say! and all of it interesting...enjoyed the pictures of the cows...better still your kissy-face wedding picture, and stories about your big guy.

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  3. We once went to a music festival (we didn't realize it when we visited the town). We were quite literally the youngest people by 35 years. The waiters loved us--older people are not known for their generous tipping!

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  4. Happy Anniversary!
    Those are a lot of cows!! :)
    Your trip sounds so lovely!

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  5. Lovely, lovely little town!! Happy anniversary, neighbor!

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  6. Holy cow! That is a load of bull!

    Sounds like fun. I'll have to take the hubby. :)

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  7. Looks like fun!
    Happy Anniversary.

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  8. It really does answer the question "where's the beef" You found it!

    Sounds like a lovely day, I'm glad you had so much fun!

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  9. Sounds like a wonderful day. Happy anniversary!

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  10. Husband is the beer drinker in the family, and he loves New Glarus! I enjoy small towns, too. I'm fine without national chains. Although I do enjoy some Starbucks now and then...

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