Until I stepped foot into the small town of Lake Mills, I felt like I was on a ride. Spinning and spinning to the point where I was going to make myself sick. I had been in Wisconsin living in that apartment in July and I wasn't seeing any opportunity to get off that ride. I just wasn't feeling like a "home" was going to be possible in the great state of Wisconsin.
The girls were going to be starting school back in Ohio in August and the summer was drawing to a close. I was feeling the crunch. I needed to know there were possibilities for our family.
One morning instead of dragging the girls to yet another realtor visitor I said "let's visit a different lake today." I needed the tranquility of the lake to take my mind off the chaos and I didn't want to over think it. I closed my eyes pointed my finger and placed it on the map. Rock Lake it is!
That's how we came to find Lake Mills. A by chance moment where you let everything go and wait for the rest to come to you. We packed up our beach bags and a picnic basket and headed northeast. Nothing was going to stand in the way of that great day.
Magic. That's what I felt when I pulled off the interstate and began to drive into the little town of Lake Mills. It was picturesque and quaint. Not unlike the towns we may see in a movie or read about in a book. The girls and I went straight to Bartel's Beach. I had a feeling this was going to be another new beginning.
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