art retreats, Madeline Island, Minnesota/Wisconsin

Madeline Island, Wisconsin: Chapter 1, Sunday

This is an online chronicle of my journey to and participation in India Flint’s “Wayfarer’s Wanderbook and Windfall Cloth” workshop at Madeline Island School of the Arts. (Note: There are seven chapters in this story. I’ll try to make it more visual and less verbal, so expect them to load slowly.)

The trip to Madeline Island, Wisconsin was complicated and long, but it went without a hitch, other than a longer wait at the Duluth International Airport than I expected. The airport was very, very tiny and had nothing to offer people waiting without boarding passes other than a couple of vending machines. However, it did have good free wifi and comfortable seating. I didn’t fly into Duluth because the prices were 3x the price of flying to Minneapolis, and the choice of flights were minimal. Flying to Minneapolis and taking the Skyline Shuttle to Duluth and back was easy and less expensive. The Skyline Shuttle employees were GREAT. If you need to travel to or near Duluth, you should definitely check out this option.

The shuttle route took us by the state capitol building in St. Paul, Minnesota, which was quite lovely.

From Duluth, I took a shuttle sent by Madeline Island School of the Arts (hereupon referred to as MISA), and we just missed the ferry to the island, which gave us the opportunity to check out the small town of Bayfield on the shore of Lake Superior. I would have loved to have had the time to explore it further. But we had just enough time to have a drink and a bite to eat at Morty’s Pub. I had whitefish tacos and a South Shore Brewery Nut Brown Ale. There are many excellent local brew choices in this area, and I tried to have a different one every place I went. This one was the only one I ordered twice.

We took the ferry from Bayfield to Madeline Island. A beautiful ride. The Apostle Islands looked like pancakes on a griddle to me. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. I’ve never seen pancakes from the point of view of a spatula. It was chilly and damp.

Once we were there, MISA’s wine and cheese reception was underway. Yum. I collapsed into a clean and comfortable room, which I shared with a fellow student from California. She told me the next morning that I did not snore, but I giggled in my sleep three times. I can only hope that Johnny Depp was somehow involved.

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