Lake Michigan Summer Vacay 2015: Day 12

I left Rudolph today to drive to Green Bay and Lambeau Field for the annual Green Bay Packer Shareholder meeting. Before I left, however, my dad showed me a spider found in the house, and I took a photo of a stuffed toy I got for my sister from the old Warner Brothers store at a mall - probably the Mayfair Mall in Milwaukee.

I packed up all of my things, including the cheese in one suitcase, and set out for the drive. On the way past my old Elementary School, I tried to get a photo of the new name and sign. It is now a charter school, and if not for that, it would have been closed. There just aren't enough kids in the area anymore, I guess.

I got a little turned around while trying to find the correct highway in Stevens Point, but soon enough, I was seeing the exits for Green Bay and the famed stadium. Then I could see it from the highway.

I stopped at a Copps (a grocery store, not the police) to get some water, and ended up buying a special edition of Sports Illustrated about Brett Favre. I parked and began my walk into the stadium, and I was supposed to meet my aunt at the Oneida Nation gate.

This misspelling is likely intentional.
Wisconies can be that dumb, but usually, they are making fun of themselves.

A lot of people from the Rodgers family were visiting. Matthews, Starr, Favre, and White families too.

I realized, as I approached this gate, that I had forgotten my tickets in the car. Fortunately, as a shareholder, I could go to the shareholder window and get new tickets printed, instead of walking all the way back. I then entered Lambeau, but from the Miller Gate. I found my aunt waiting outside the Oneida Nation gate, and we went in. We sat very close to the field.

I think we stayed for about 20 minutes. It was pretty boring, but I did learn that, because of the shareholders, the Packers were able to renovate and improve Lambeau without the use of public money. I don't think that there are any other teams that can boast that. It was also too hot to be sitting out in the stadium for much longer - it wasn't Houston hot, just too hot - so my aunt and I went in to walk around. I bought some Shareholder things from a kiosk, then we went down to the Packer Pro Shop. My aunt got something, and then we said goodbye. I hung around and shopped a little, and also noticed some socks for sale that made me think that someone involved with this display is a MAJOR Prince fan.

There were many Packer things, and I ended up buying a t-shirt with "GO PACK GO" on it, some Packers ribbon, duct tape, and possibly something else, to join the Shareholder hoodie, pen, and Packer Owner sticker I'd bought earlier. We were smart to leave the meeting when we did, because the crowd in the store only grew as time went on.

I got lunch from Pack 'n Cheese, and watched some of the shareholder meeting from a TV in the hallway of the stadium. I had time before my flight that evening anyway.

Eventually, I left to find my car, which turned out to be very difficult. I did run into some people also leaving and got some direction from them. I relayed the bit about me stopping at the Copps nearby and getting the Favre magazine. That's not terribly interesting, but what was interesting was the people didn't seem to understand that the Copps was not the police, so I explained that and found out that they were not from Wisconsin. That's not very interesting either, but it happened, and I found it mildly amusing.

I eventually found my car, and got a photo of a personalized plate that I found interesting.

Finally, I was off, but there was plenty of traffic. I turned around at one point and ended up in the town right next to Lambeau.

With plenty of hours left to kill before I needed to be at the airport, I decided to head to Door County and try to do some sight-seeing. I found my way to Bayshore County Park, and after walking past the people, including hearing one of the most Wisconsin things I've ever heard, I hung out under a tree.

But that thing I heard: "that lesbian girl was all over her girlfriend, but if she wasn't, I swear I would have Clay Matthews'ed her ass", and then a whole other rant about how she (the speaker) can totally throw down and would have beat up this woman... for some reason. I had stopped and appeared to look out over the lake, but was really stopping to type what this woman said. However, as she went on about how many siblings she had and how good she was at fighting, I realized that I needed to move on.

Here I am, under the tree, and in the lake.

After some good looking and wading, I went back to my car to leave this part of the park. Before I left, I took a photo of a rather pointless sign.

Durrr, how does parking lots work?

I went up to the other part of the park and wrote out a post card or two before getting back on the road. I did stop at one gas station to get some food items, and then was back on the highway. Most of the drive was good, until I hit construction-related traffic in Milwaukee. It all moved so slowly that I wondered if I would ever get out. I took the photos below to memorialize the location where I thought I was going to die - not from an accident, but from never leaving, and dying of dehydration.

Eventually, the traffic cleared out, and I drove on to get to the airport, which I found before finding a gas station. I drove around more and finally found a gas station next to a Muslim or Islamic Center. I used the restroom and set back out for the airport.

Finally, I got on my plane en route to St. Louis. The sunset was very lovely, but then some clouds came along and got pretty angry for a little bit before turning into a dog on a jet ski.

I saw a few other shareholders on the plane and in the St. Louis airport. I also went to the only open food place - a candy store - and bought some of their product. I boarded my plane to Houston, landed in Houston, and soon enough, was back in my apartment where Bruno was hiding under the bed. He slowly realized that it was me, and came out for snuggles and kisses.