#lovethedells

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

So what is (ursine) love exactly?!

That very question being put to our ursine guests, Hair Bear of the Hair Bear Bunch, and Emmy Lou, that rather gracious Southern gal ursine, on a delightfully crisp fall afternoon beside Artificial Lake Delton's legendary waters.

HAIR BEAR: To put it simply ... our mating season will pretty much be late spring into early summer, but when you're a bear, you want to make the most of it, and feel rather good about it! Ohhhh, just to feel that sensation in the loins as the magic of ejaculation releases itself for the good part of an hour with a rather fascinated female in orgy mode! How else could Nature dictate the significance of the sexual act, and how it should feel exactly? EMMY LOU: Just recognising what the feel of the love season must be like among us bears isn't exactly enough, to begin with ... us bears, when you get right down to it, could never feel more delighted than with a male close to us, releasing his Inner Need inside him and me just helping things along in our own distinctive manner, almost like those Polynesians such as one Peter Potamus likes talking about, who can't help but embrace the fun side of the sexual experience without being so unnerved over it!

(This, mind you, over cheese, crackers and sausage.)

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[sohannabarberaesque]

I could just imagine Hair Bear going on the likes of WNNO-AM in Wisconsin Dells back in their "Your Vacation Station" days of the late 1990's/early 2000's for a live interview about touristic experiences of the madcap ursine trio.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Talk about a sleepover, and then some!

BY THE WATERS OF ARTIFICIAL LAKE DELTON, WI: A somewhat mildish autumn evening, but not all that chilly. Yet enough to allow the windows to be open to get fresh air inside for the sake of sleep quality.

A guest room in the cabin of Crazy Claws' retreat such as needed a decent dose of Ozium air sanitiser to deal with the musty smell, odoure even.

And a modest-sized futon mattress and futon-type bedframe which would withstand yours truly, Huckleberry Hound and two rather romantic-leaning female bears of cafe au lait colour, more or less, though not quite polar bears--by names, Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee, cousins even!

And believe you me ... such rather fascinatingly lovesick bears after a Southern fashion of sorts couldn't resist some autumnal quality time down Wisconsin way. And when it's a sleepover, just expect anything to happen through the night, stimulated by much storytelling and some hot malted milk. And none of us requireth CPAP assistance for sleep, besides ... just attempt to get some pleasant thoughts into the head, even if those ursine lovebirds can't resist being as much fun-loving as desiring sex, to begin with.

Yet by the time breakfast came along the following morning (Crazy Claws fixing some malted waffles), who could have predicted where Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee had quite the love sessions with Huck and yours truly, which the ursine lovebirds admitted was perhaps some of the most delightful displays of sex they ever experienced outside of their van?

Which doubtless made the breakfast a little more delectable and easier to digest when all was said and done.

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[rickymuzick-blog]

Last weekend was out of this world, @rickmonroe band opened for @joenichols @thecrystalgrand #packedhouse #lovethedells #monsterenergy #countrymusicyall (at Crystal Grand Music Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3hvyaQBIEn/?igshid=1l1upmezdpen

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Talk about Touché Turtle setting up a challenge!

Your typically crisp Wisconsin autumnal afternoon. The fall colour is starting to change some, but within due time, things can expect to get a little more noticeable. Not to mention the mornings starting to get cool enough to get the heater on some and soup and chili to be more or less the norm.

Which, at Crazy Claws' retreat beside the legendary waters of Artificial Lake Delton, meant something of an interesting little afternoon trying out the fencing schtick with the help of no less than Touché Turtle and his canine compadre, Dum-Dum. In fact, it was the canine who suggested teaching me a few points about fencing, followed by some light-hearted sparring with the somewhat well-meaning, if screwy, turtle forever ahead of himself, it just seemed.

Even if Touché's foil was bent close to the tip; as he explained it to me once over coffee, he purchased it on the cheap from a Hollywood theatrical prop house.

It may have taken a bit of goading after lunch this particular afternoon, but with Crazy Claws, Yakky and Chopper and Pixie and Dixie looking on in some bewilderment, yours truly received a few well-placed pointers from canine and tortuga explaining some of the basic points of fencing technique. Which, to this lion, turned out being rather different than anything he was aware of (and even though I'm right-handed, for some reason, Dum-Dum was able to find a foil which was balanced equally for both hands; Touché, for his part, can vary his fencing technique to work with either hand, depending on circumstances).

Basically, the techniques Dum-Dum and yours truly practiced were those of the lunge (drawing your foil towards the opponent), the parry (trying to counter the opponent's lunge, hopefully by getting the foil out of his hand) and the parry-riposte (which can easily get to be comically theatrical at turns); at any rate, the aim is to have the foil touch the upper body of your opponent (expect the face, arms or hands).

No El Kabong am I, mind you, but after some practice lunges with Dum-Dum, it was time to put my paces unto Touché himself.

"En garde"--crouching slightly, foil upward, feet flat on the ground, knees bent, weight on the upper leg ...

"Allez!"

Which was pretty crazy, drawing forth my foil in a lunge upon Touché, whereupon, for some reason, Touché's foil slipped from his hand. Perhaps it was the sweat and anxiety on his end that made him sense what was up. Yet Touché "himself" acknowledged I did manage to attempt a good fight, short though it was. Non-professional it may have been, but, as Touché was to explain over grilled-cheese-and-ham sandwiches and tomato soup that evening, "Snagglepuss, I have to admit, couldn't have tried harder with such a teacher as Dum-Dum!"

"And I won't blame you, Touché, for having cold feet in any event."

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Now just picture Crazy Claws having one of these on the deck of his retreat overlooking the World-Renowned and Far-Famed Artificial Waters of Artificial Lake Delton near Wisconsin Dells, in particular for hosting podcasts replete with his personal (yet slightly crazy) observations ... perhaps closing with his running down said deck and diving into said Artificial Lake Delton.

“Esfera” Swivel Chair by Ricardo Fasanello, Brazil, circa 1970

[yellowhallstudio]

Thanks @brian608wi for your help getting my #axepainting career off the ground! 😂 You are now officially a pizza axe thrower! #handpainted #lovethedells #axethrowing #handpaintedaxe #pizza #asgard (at Asgard Axe Throwing) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3LgCpGF_1M/?igshid=ahdufp8iyex3

[sohannabarberaesque]

Meanwhile, who could picture The Banana Splits going down waterslides big big time, especially Wisconsin Dells way?

[loststarrinyourgalaxy]

😬😄 #wisconsindells#lovethedells#kalaharilove#lakedelton

[stahlaphotography]

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#fire #campfire ##wisdells #lovethedells #Wisconsin #vacation #s'mores #slowmotion #blackwhite #blackandwhite

[sohannabarberaesque]

So imagine a group picture of your favourite Funtastics in kayaks before this particular Upper Dells formation as but one example of how Wisconsin could be represented within the realm Hanna-Barberian.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Time to get the motorhome back up and ready

WISCONSIN DELLS, WI: "Getting marooned at the Sand Bar"--something of a coy slogan for a tourist-town bar bound to attract as much locals as tourists, and bound to recall in Crazy Claws' mind the time he was driving the Original Wisconsin Ducks tour, and pulled off a corny number about "crossing the [sand] bar" entering Dell Creek off the Wisconsin River heading towards Lake Delton. "Which I meant as a coy little plug," CC was quick to add, "in the spirit of the Ducks' corny narration."

"Explaining, no doubt, its popularity," Huckleberry Hound was quick to add.

"Is it any wonder that the Ducks have this 'must-see' sort of charm even before the waterparks came along?" was how Crazy Claws replied as all three of us were having the Sand Bar's celebrated steakburgers for lunch.

"Oh, and just as reminder, CC," remarked I, "we were going to get our motorhome out of storage after all this time--"

"Diving with Peter Potamus and crew; I couldn't help but resist just how irresistable the diving experience can get with such a likable-looking hippo." (Brief pause) "And believe you me, the dive videos he shared with me couldn't help but be IRRESISTABLY ADDICTING ... especially wearing just yourself in a coral reef off the Virgin Islands and trying not to look embarrassed!"

At any rate, it came down to the business at hand: Getting the motorhome out of storage, getting rid of any storage-related smells (such as mothballs) and getting such in readiness for the summer ahead. "Starting, I'll have you know," Huck remarked, "Easter Sunday as guests of the Cattanooga Cats in Gatlinburg."

"And let me guess," Crazy Claws asked, "the Easter Parade."

"Which the feline quartet who never purr or meow," remarked I, "will be laying on. Literally impromptu, mainly in some of the back alleys of downtown Gatlinburg and the Parkway towards the National Park Entrance ... and returning to Cattanooga Klatsche."

"Their coffeehouse," Crazy Claws chimed in. "I thought I knew as much."

It took a modest little drive through wet and borderline slushy streets of Wisconsin Dells to find the storage shed where our motorhome was in storage since fall, as turned out to be on the south side in a somewhat ratty-looking metal pole building some yokel hath for the sake of vehicular and camper storage over the winter, and it took about ten minutes to get the manager of the storage building over to assist in unlocking and reclaiming the motorhome. After having to endure quite the garage-in-winter smell and getting some paperwork out of the way, the motorhome--that which we now share these adventures moving forward since last spring--was ours again.

But not without the inevitable smell of mothballs, bound to require some airing out just to make it sane enough to drive in. After an hour and a half or so of having to open the doors of the motorhome in a municipal parking lot just to air things out, as well as get some initial provisions for a couple days' on the road--not to mention air freshener simulating a "new car" smell, and the obvious refuelling with diesel fuel accompanied by the legendary Kwik Trip chicken tenders--

"Why not stay a couple days with me?" was how Crazy Claws parsed it. "Then, we could be on our way ... but not before I find some comfort with a lady bobcat like myself."

"I take it that it's mating season with your kind," Huckleberry Hound remarked.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" Crazy Claws added.

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[yellowhallstudio]

Here 'til 10! Im on the upper terrace! #livemusic #localfood #localvendors #lovethedells (at Riverfront Terrace - Wisconsin Dells) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0CY1d9lii8/?igshid=urcoqqojxjvm

[spiritstraveler]

What a resort! Can't wait to check it all out. Here's the view from our suite. #kalahariresort #lovethedells #wisdells

[sohannabarberaesque]

Just picture Crazy Claws crossing paths with no less than the Cattanooga Cats as the latter were passing through Wisconsin Dells, even being invited to play a few shows impromptu in the Waterpark Capital ... and what the reaction would be!!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Nothing like a bonfire autumnal

It was a dark and slightly damp night at Crazy Claws' retreat for fellow Funtastics in Lake Delton ... and for some reason, Crazy Claws thought it might be worthwhile to set up an autumnal-type bonfire just for the sake of relaxation and maybe swapping the odd story or two over spiced apple cider. (And I mean the real sort of apple cider, not that God-awful Alpine Instant Spiced Cider. Thankfully, by way of some Wisconsin apple orchards.)

And while the night may have been chill, not to mention (as noted earlier) damp-feeling, what better night for an autumnal bonfire could there have been, come to think of it? Decently-seasoned logs and leaves adding their own aromatic distinction to proceedings which our entire party--even the likes of Touché Turtle and Pixie and Dixie couldn't resist the feeling inherent.

Crazy Claws had me and Huckleberry preparing the apple cider in the former's kitchen, making sure the whole was decently warm and richly spiced in its own distinct way ... and just be thankful Crazy Claws keeps a stock of insulated mugs to keep the whole warm in the circumstances, and as this little bonfire gathering demonstrated, such need not be for coffee exclusively. Tea, even....

And what an enthused sort of gathering there must have been, the sort somehow eschewing the ghost stories of the Scooby-Doo sort as would otherwise be endemic to the season in favour of more interesting stuff. Like "shooting the bull" in a rather lighthearted, animated sort of way you might say.

Like, for example, Pixie and Dixie just imagining the scenes of dazed and confused cats somehow attracted to the genetically-modified catnip they planted to give Jinksie a difficult time and maybe get him to stop chasing "them meeces" all that much. Somehow, catnip can't help but get to be an addicting distraction.

And even Dum-Dum, Touché's Boon Compadre, sharing anecdotes of summers with Bristlehound on a houseboat along the Mississippi River as much "chilling out" as seeking out Friday-night fish fry of the small-town tavern sort. The kind with overly generous, all-you-can-eat portions, and just hope the French fries aren't too greasy and indigestible enough to seek out some Tums afterwards. One place in Minnesota which Dum-Dum recalled took something of great pride in hand-cutting their French fries instead of using frozen such. "Somehow," Dum-Dum remarked, "they turned out especially crispy."

Still, though, with Huck and yours truly, much of our discussion was about fantasies of just wearing wetsuits in the early morning shallows of some lake and just meditating between ourselves, as if plans for the winter dive holiday with Peter Potamus' crew of divers were still simmering like a pot of Grace Cock Flavoured Soup Mix (and I assume you've seen the memes associated with the double-entendre that the name implies, notwithstanding a prominent illustration of a chicken on the front of the packet).

"To be candid with you all," Crazy Claws remarked, "curiosity took hold of this cat and he was able to purchase a few packets of this Grace Cock Flavoured Soup online a winter or two ago, attracted by that rather coy meme playing on the suggestive-sounding name. And mind you, the soup, though a little on the spicy side, turned out to be decent. Even when you had Lipton's and Wyler's instant chicken soups to compare against."

Which certainly warmed our cockles on a misty Wisconsin fall evening sitting by the fireside. Cattanooga Cats, eat your heart out.

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