A Journey to Oshkosh

This is how it started.

My wife, Dee and I were over at Jeff my son’s house for a delightful Christmas time meal, where the warm atmosphere and festive decorations sparked a nostalgic thought within me. “Maybe my Jeff would be willing to take us to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, so we could visit my brother Jack, who I haven’t seen for over twenty years,” I pondered, feeling a wave of emotion. It’s been far too long since I shared precious moments with my sibling. At over eighty years old, and with my brother Jack being five years my senior, I often reflect on the fleeting nature of time and the importance of family connections. Unfortunately, due to my declining health and mobility, I felt apprehensive about embarking on such a trip alone. So, gathering my courage, I approached my son with my request. I asked him if he and his wife Jennifer would consider taking the journey with us. Jeff paused for a moment, contemplating the idea before he responded, saying that he would think about it and let me know, leaving me filled with hope and anticipation for the possibility of reconnecting with my brother after all those years apart.

Two weeks later, Jeff calls with excitement in his voice, saying he would be willing to assist us in this venture to Oshkosh, which filled me with joy and anticipation. I was elated at the thought of reuniting with my brother, cherishing the precious moments together before time on this earth is over for me or Jack. The connection we share is something I hold dear, and I imagined all the stories and memories we could create. After serious consideration, Dee informs me that due to her ongoing medical conditions and the age factor, she feels that she shouldn't make the trip for her own well-being. I understood her concerns, as her health must come first. Therefore, I call Jeff and informed him to just make plans for me, him, and Jennifer, hoping that this adventure would strengthen our bonds even further while honoring Dee's decision.

The following evening, Jeff calls me with an intriguing suggestion that Jennifer had proposed. Instead of her attending the trip, she thought it would be a great idea to invite Adam, who happens to be Jeff's brother, to join us instead. I found this suggestion quite interesting, as Adam, Jeff, and I have not spent some quality time together for many years. So, I decided to call Adam directly to discuss the idea, He responded enthusiastically, saying he would first talk to his wife to see if he could get off work for that weekend, which made me hopeful for a positive outcome. A few days later, I received a call from Adam, excitedly informing me that he had indeed managed to secure the time off, making it possible for him to join us. This development was fantastic news! With this confirmation, Jeff immediately set to work planning the details of our trip, Final arrangements were made for us to leave the evening of Thursday, May 15th, filled with anticipation for the adventure ahead, and return on Sunday morning, May 18th, looking forward to creating some unforgettable memories together. Ensuring our reunion would be one for the books.

On May 15th, Jeff worked in the morning and then picked me up at noon since I live conveniently between where he worked and his home. We decided to have a bite to eat at his home. Then, Mina, took us to the light rail station for the trip to DIA airport. I had never experienced this mode of transportation to DIA before, but Jeff had done this many times and seemed quite knowledgeable about the whole process. I am not a big fan of light rail since the stations are always in a remote area that feels disconnected from the bustling city life, and I don't feel very comfortable waiting there. Additionally, there is that small number of people you encounter who make you uneasy with their actions or just their general demeanor. Despite my apprehensions, we arrived at DIA without any problem, and as we stepped off the train, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, grateful for the smooth trip and Jeff's company.

Jeff commented that the security wait during this time of day should be short. Wrong! It took about 40 minutes to get through security, which felt like an eternity with our bags weighing us down. The hustle and bustle of the airport only added to the stress of the afternoon. Finally, we met Adam at the gate to board the plane, relief washing over us as we spotted him in the crowd. The plane to Appleton was a small plane with just 3 seats across, and it was not very comfortable; each bump in the air seemed magnified in such a tiny cabin. Leaving Denver around 5:30 pm, we sat quietly as the sun dipped below the horizon, arriving at Appleton sometime after 10, accompanied by a growing sense of fatigue. After disembarking, we quickly made our way to the rental car, eager to leave the airport behind, and we drove to Oshkosh, arriving about 30 minutes later. As we pulled in, Jack met us, greeted us warmly, showed us to our rooms, and then promptly crashed, utterly exhausted. It has been a long, stressful day, filled with the anticipation of reunion and the weariness of travel.

On Friday we met Jack at 8 am, and his welcoming demeanor immediately put us at ease. Jack is some authority at The Jesuit Retreat House in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, a serene place known for its tranquil environment, where individuals come to seek peace and reflection. That is where we are staying for the weekend, surrounded by the picturesque landscapes that make this retreat house so special. Ironically, this weekend there is not a retreat going on, allowing us to enjoy the facilities more freely without the usual schedule of structured activities. it worked out well that the trip was planned without knowing there would be no retreat this weekend, as it provided us with a unique opportunity to explore the grounds and engage in meaningful conversations with Jack.

We then went to Oshkosh for breakfast, which is about 5 miles away from our place. Jeff, who is an early riser, decided to exercise at a fitness site in Oshkosh. He stumbled upon this charming little restaurant named Good Yolk that caught his attention. Intrigued by its inviting atmosphere, we collectively decided to give it a try, eager to see what breakfast delights awaited us. Jack, always the pragmatist, warned us that in this area, the food portions are normally large, a fact that often accompanies hearty breakfast cultures. He was indeed correct; our plates were overflowing with delicious options. Despite the overwhelming size of the meals, it was all exceptionally good, filled with flavors that made it a memorable experience we were glad to share together.

After breakfast, we drove back to the retreat house, a charming haven nestled in a picturesque setting, where Jack eagerly provided a grand tour of the facilities. It is truly a stunning place, characterized by its serene location on the shimmering shore of Lake Winnebago, surrounded by lush, meticulously maintained grounds that enhance its natural beauty. As we strolled through the property, I was captivated by the breathtaking views. From a cozy lounge area, you have a panoramic view of the lake, where the water sparkles under the sunshine like a blanket of diamonds. They had binoculars available, allowing us to observe the delightful birds flitting about as well as the various activities taking place on the water, such as boats and fishing, adding to the lively atmosphere of this idyllic retreat.

Then after lunch, Jack wanted to take us to Waupaca, Wisconsin, which is an hour away from Oshkosh. They have a facility there where priests go during the summer for resting and relaxing, providing a serene escape from their daily responsibilities. It is only utilized during the warmer months, transforming into a tranquil haven away from the busyness of the outside world, a place where peace reigns, and nature's beauty captivates hearts. Jack really likes the area and apparently goes there every summer, always returning refreshed and rejuvenated after his visits, sharing stories of his experiences that resonate with a deep sense of connection to this idyllic setting. The drive to the facility is quite scenic; it is isolated, where you navigate down a narrow gravel road for maybe half a mile to reach your destination, surrounded by towering trees that seem to stand as guardians of this retreat. As you drive through this heavily wooded area, the anticipation builds, and you arrive at a location nestled near a beautiful lake, where the calm waters reflect the surrounding nature and cradle the silence that fills the air. Unfortunately, that day, the weather was not our friend, as the wind was blowing hard, rustling the leaves ominously and casting an eerie atmosphere that made our hearts race. On the way back, while navigating down the narrow gravel road, we discovered that a tree had blown over and blocked our path, an unexpected challenge that increased the tension among us. Fortunately, the main trunk did not fall across the road, creating an obstacle we couldn't ignore. Or we would have been stranded there, with no way to return to civilization. We quickly assessed the situation and were able to move the smaller branches, while Jeff skillfully maneuvered the car around the larger tree trunk, showcasing his adept driving skills. Adam and I worked together to hold back the branches that we couldn't break away from the trunk, each crack of the branches above adding to the tension, instilling a growing concern that another tree might take a tumble while we were precariously navigating this situation. It was a moment filled with both anxiety and exhilaration, the adrenaline coursing through us as we worked together to overcome this obstacle, but ultimately, we got out unscathed. Yes, that is indeed an ideal place to get away and disconnect from the chaos of everyday life, where one can truly immerse themselves in nature's embrace, allowing the soothing sounds of the lake and the forest to wash over the soul. We then got a bite to eat. We returned to the retreat house to spend an evening of talking and sharing events in our lives, where laughter echoed against the walls, and the warmth of friendship enveloped us like a comforting blanket.

Saturday, we met at the same time and went for breakfast in Oshkosh at The Mineshaft. This is primarily an evening restaurant, known for its vibrant nightlife and bustling atmosphere after dark. However, to our pleasant surprise, we discovered that they have a very reasonable breakfast menu priced at only seven bucks, which is quite a steal for the quality offered. The menu features a variety of delicious options, from fluffy pancakes to hearty omelets, catering to all breakfast lovers. You can tell that most of their profits are generated from drinks at night and the young crowd that flocks there for the lively energy and socializing. Despite its evening focus, the breakfast experience was enjoyable and filled with the friendly chatter of early risers, making our visit a delightful start to the weekend.

Driving by, we stumbled upon an intriguing establishment, the Military Veterans Museum, which piqued our curiosity, prompting us to make an impromptu visit. The museum showcased a comprehensive display of military conflicts throughout history, featuring an impressive array of vehicles and equipment that have played pivotal roles in combat. Adam and I, being veterans ourselves, felt a deep connection to many of the items and stories on display, as they echoed our own experiences and sacrifices. Jack and Jeff, were equally captivated by the exhibits, sharing their insights and memories as we walked through the museum. After thoroughly exploring, we heard about the EAA Museum of Flight, which was highly recommended by several locals, and decided it warranted a visit. To our amazement, we quickly discovered that EAA was far larger than we had anticipated; it was a treasure trove of aviation history where one could easily spend an entire day taking in the detailed exhibits and aircraft on display. After 2 or 3 hours of exploration, however, the older members of the group were feeling fatigued and agreed it was time to call it a day. Before heading back to the retreat house, we made a stop at a charming Japanese restaurant that Jack had enthusiastically recommended. The food was delicious, providing a delightful culinary experience that was perfect after a day of adventure. Since it was late afternoon, we decided to return to the retreat house to unwind and spend another evening reconnecting with each other. We shared countless tales and stories, reminiscing about the last twenty years we had spent apart. Each narrative was filled with laughter and nostalgia, creating a warm atmosphere that allowed us to strengthen our bonds. This experience was not just enjoyable; it was a memory that we would all cherish forever.

Sunday, we met at 5:45 am to have a small bite to eat, eager to fuel ourselves for the day ahead. After indulging in two days of large, hearty meals, a modest breakfast felt both satisfying and refreshing, a welcome change that allowed us to ease our way into the morning. At 6:30, with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation, we said our goodbyes to Jack, who had been an incredible host throughout our stay. We then drove to Appleton, where the excitement grew as we approached the airport. We managed to get on the plane somewhere around 8:30, and as we took off, I looked out the window at the ever-changing scenery below. The flight was smooth, and I was filled with thoughts of the past few days until we landed at DIA around 10:30. Stepping into the terminal, I was just astonished by the sheer number of travelers bustling around the airport, a vibrant mix of voices and energy. I also couldn’t help but notice that there were very few older travelers in sight; most were young, hurried individuals, all with destinations calling. After navigating through the crowd, Tara, Adam's wife, picked us up with a warm smile. She took me home first, engaging in light conversation about our trip, followed by a detour to drop off Jeff, wrapping up what had been a memorable journey.

In conclusion, this has been a very memorable experience for me, one that I will cherish forever. I am incredibly glad that it all worked out well for everyone involved, as these moments are truly precious. I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to visit Jack before our time is up on this earth. These visits remind us of the importance of connection and the bonds we share with our loved ones. Additionally, the time spent with my two sons was absolutely priceless; it filled my heart with joy and gratitude. It has been many years since we made the effort to reaffirm the love and the unbreakable bond a father and his sons share, a connection that will never fade away. Those moments together, filled with laughter and storytelling, not only reignited our familial ties but also allowed us to appreciate the present and the memories we create together.