Small World

Four Hundred and ten days ago, and over 2500 miles from here we ran into a couple from Wisconsin (Cheryl and Butch) who were traveling up the Alaska Highway to do some fishing.  We were returning to the lower 48 after seeing Alaska and visiting relatives there.  We were standing in the campground talking about what to see and where to go and ended up swapping some groceries: we gave them some salmon and they gave us some smoked meats from Nueskes in Wittenburg Wisconsin where Cheryl worked.  All year long we’ve been telling people that these were the BEST HOT DOGS EVER.

On Monday morning we detoured on our way to Michigan to stop at Nueskes company store to stock up on some more.  We asked if they knew which employee might have been on a fishing trip to Alaska last summer (being old, we didn’t remember her name), and it was Cheryl behind the counter waiting on us.  Is this a Small World, or what?  The store manager said it was unusual to catch her behind the counter since she and Butch take lots of fishing trips.  We had a great visit with her and gave her one more jar of salmon as she told us she’s been hoarding that original jar we gave her.  Now she’ll have a spare.

We ended the day just across the state line into Michigan and have been planning our next few days.  We will catch up on some housekeeping here, and slowly (for a change) see both the Upper and Lower Peninsulas before crossing into Canada at Sarnia next weekend.