For my entire childhood, each summer my family vacationed on Lake Katherine in Minocqua, Wisconsin (no, the name of the lake isn't just a coincidence...). It was quiet and relaxing. We visited the same spots, ate at the same places, and spent most of our time fishing every year. To some it might have appeared monotonous, but to me it was a place to look forward to, a place that I felt truly at home.
I hadn't been back there for many years, and Husband had never been to the area. When we were invited to the nuptials in Madison, I jumped at the idea of taking a few extra days, driving the extra three hours, and enjoying my favorite little town with my favorite person.
We stayed in a hotel in downtown Minocqua ("downtown" being a broad use of the word since the city is quite small and surrounded by water).