Devil’s Lake State Park in the Wisconsin Dells is lovely. 

My phone is still dead, so no new photos, but we didn’t see much of the park anyway.  When we got to the campground at Devil’s Lake, it was completely deserted.  We had a reservation and a campsite number, so we found our spot.  While I was setting up the camper, nephew Horus checked out the bathrooms.  That didn’t take long since they were locked.  Apparently the campground was closing for the Winter in two days, so they were getting a jump on their work.

It was 30o F in the camper as the sun was going down, so I cranked up the camper furnace for a few minutes to warm us up.  We did have electricity, but no WiFi, so we went to bed early.

Horus and I were concerned about the lack of bathrooms.  If the need presented itself, he was ready to shit in the grass like Sparky.  I’d probably have used the camper toilet, hoping the cold would freeze every thing.  Fortunately, we didn’t need to.

I woke up at 2 am, and without a phone, had to get out of bed to check the time.  It was 28o F outside.  That day was supposed to be a rest day, but that didn’t make sense.  There is great hiking at Devil’s Lake, but none of us wanted to go outside.  I woke Horus and broke camp.

We hit the road around 2:30 am.  That was convenient as it would put us in Chicago before 6 am.  We made it to my house around 1 pm, dropped off Sparky, then went on to drop off Horus.

The trip was grueling, but about what I anticipated.  A total of 2300 miles and $790 in gas.