Lost In The Jungle

I ate too much that first night in Milwaukee. Wienerschnitzel and Amber Bock. Upon returning to the motel, we found the room at 85 degrees, since the furnace had just been turned on. Windows open, tossing and turning, I finally dozed off. The aquarium at the Discovery Center had been very nice. Later, somehow, I found myself surrounded by a wet warm clammy feeling. I heard running water and opened my eyes. Now, standing next to a bench there were huge trees and flowers everywhere. A small pond in front of me. I heard strange bird calls.

Looking down into the water I saw sunfish. No! It can't be. They had razorlike little teeth. Pirhanna's!

A small waterfall trickled down the rocks across the way. At the base, looking very hungry, were

a pair of white lions. White lions?

I backed warily away and stumbled up a small path through the jungle. There were flowers everywhere. I wondered if I was being followed.

"Time to wake up dear." Then I remembered, we had visited the Mitchell Conservatory. They had three glass domes. One for seasonal flowers, one for the desert. And one for the TROPICS. Of course!
Later, on the way back home to Minnesota, we stopped to take a look at the world famous Horicon Marsh. The largest fresh water marsh in the U.S., in the fall it is a stopover point for thousands of migrating waterfowl. Unfortunately, the day was very cold and very windy, with the birds well hunkered down. A long way from the tropics I would say. Brrrrr. Winter is coming to the Upper Midwest.