Waking up in Tomah, Wisconsin – Part Deux
We never submitted resumes to Daytona, but we’ve done this before. Except, never on a busy highway entrance ramp with a rusted post holding the spare captive. After just under a two hour delay, the proverbial tarp comes off and we’re back on the road.
The building and fairly large stone parking lot come into view as you wind back a lane, hidden from the two-lane highway. I believe I saw more people there than at O’Hare. At least I saw more people having fun on that patio on a beautiful sun-filled afternoon. Black Top IPA tops my list of offerings. (If this were a beer-tasting blog, I’d share more about their various styles. Suffice to say our first cold pints of UBT13 lead to a pair of souvenir glasses. Hey, it’s their 20th anniversary.)