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Classic Fall Weekend in Eagle River Wisconsin


Fall colors close to their peak, weather warm, So Steve and Pam took us on a self-guided pontoon-boat tour around the Eagle River area.



We assembled a picnic lunch from the local grocery, and climbed onto the pontoon.



Boathouse at water level, family living quarters above




The boathouses were mostly built in the late 1930's, and now, fortunately many have been lovingly restored to their original condition by their owners.





Nowdays owners are not allowed to build new structure at water's edge, but they can maintain originals, which most of them do.

A boathouse neighbor to Jervises. Most likely built in 1930s when Chicagoans began to discover the beauty of the Wisconsin North Woods



This is a summer residence, not a boathouse



This Frank Lloyd Wright house is kind of jarring, but so reminiscent of the 1950s for me.














Down-sized steamboats have gained a following recently. I spoke to one of the skippers who told me that fellow steamers get together for rallies, occasionally, and enjoy the distinctive sounds of the steamboats together.


The hulls look to be about 15 feet long, and the steam boiler seems to be situated in the middle. Most of the ones we saw that day had permanent-looking canopies overhead, providing shade to passengers.

Kind of interesting hobby, and a bit of a diversion from customary motorized outboarding, but not as romantic as sailing for sure.

Comments

lil' mama said…
Looks so relaxing! Great pics Papa!
Hilary said…
A great history lesson! Warm boating weather seems like a long time ago now that it's getting cold!

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