There was even a farmer's market and craft show going on in Lake Geneva.
A man at the farmer's market tried to sell us his honey for healing bedsores.
I did not think any one of us looked like we were walking around with bed sores, but it was kind of him to offer.
I would have purchased it based on its ooey gooey goodness spread on toast, but hey, what do I know?
The only reason I didn't buy from him was that he was a bit pushy, and I already have a source for Door County honey at the cheese shop inside an antiques mall we visited on Friday.
And now you know which way to go to purchase your tickets!
I'm ever so helpful, aren't I?