We finally managed to sell our trailer up in Wisconsin, located on the shores of beautiful Lake Koshkonong. It only took two years and some serious flooding. Hate to profit off others' misfortune, but smell you later, Koshkonong. The lake, fed by the Rock River, has reached flood levels not seen in a century. The whole northwest section of the park is wrecked, loads of people who either weekend or live for six months out of the year in their trailers have lost their homes.
It's total bullshit, and I feel awful for the people who have lost their homes, but being that the lake is a former wetland which became Wisconsin's third largest lake after damming up the Rock River, I can't say I'm too shocked. Despite the vast area, the damn lake is only about six feet deep at the dead center. It's a glorified swamp, really. Here are some pictures of the park.
This is not a boat launch. This is the road that leads to our friend's wrecked trailer:
These people might have been able to get some of their stuff out since they were closer to the road:
But the people who lived in this section are fucked:
That's me in some thigh high waders. Not so sexy.
These ducks don't give a shit that they're swimming in filthy flood water:
We're going back up there this weekend to finalize the sale and to have one last hurrah with our neighbors up there. It's been a great five years, hanging out Wisconsin-style, drinking beers, cruising around on golf carts and swimming and boating in the mucky lake and river, but it's time to move on to higher ground.
