Roadside Wisconsin & Sore Legs
~Chris
We're just back from a weekend getaway at a place in Wisconsin called Fountain City which is absolutely not a city and we didn't see any fountains either. The hills in Buffalo County are perfect for a cycling getaway: Car-less roads, beautiful scenery, and TONS of leg-breaking climbs and terrifying descents up & down the bluffs and ridges. Seriously it's some of the best riding I've seen in the country. I can't believe it's not crawling with racing teams and riders
Brenda found us a great cottage to rent that was about half-way up the bluff behind the town which made for a perfect HQ for my daily rides. It was huge, had a jacuzzi bath for two, a full kitchen, and an incredible view of the Mississippi (when the leaves aren't on the trees). It felt like we were living in a treehouse.
I managed to rack up close to 8k feet of climbing in just 3 days which isn't bad considering we also spent a lot of the time exploring the area and the surreal roadside attractions they have over there. There's a place called Prarie Moon where there are lots of Herman Rusch's.....uh, sculptures? I guess most of them have been removed or sold off but there are still a few odd ones you can see there. He was one of those Dementia Concretia type guys evidently.
We also couldn't resist checking out the famous "Rock in the House." Here's the deal, via roadsideamerica.com:
"On April 24, 1995, a 55-ton boulder suddenly rolled 400 feet down a cliff along the Mississippi river and plowed into the 2-bedroom house of Maxine and Dwight Anderson. When the dust settled the Anderson's found a huge, coin-shaped rock where their master bedroom used to be. The rock is still there today. John Burt, a local real estate investor, bought the house -- with the rock still firmly wedged inside it -- and turned it into a tourist attraction: The Rock In The House."
I love that the "55 ton" bit was obviously an afterthought. Maybe they were concerned would-be rock gawkers were passing them by because they didn't understand just how heavy the rock really is.
"Honey! Let's stop and see the rock in the house!"
"Pffffff. That thing couldn't be much more than 20 or 30 tons...not stopping."
So anyway we gawked at the 55 ton rock and it's definitely in a house...we got our $2 worth I guess. Nobody is there, by the way, there's just a lock box with a handwritten sign to pay a buck. I think it may be a while before Mr. Burt turns a profit on this "attraction."
If you're ever in the area, we highly recommend the Hawks View cottages, the Monarch Tavern, and if you come after July you should sample from the local vinyard: Seven Hawks. We got a sneak peak by way of a complimentary bottle in the cottage and it was surprisingly great. You can't get it yet but we discovered that they're opening a shop downtown soon.






































