Iverson

As a kid my parents took my brother and I (usually meeting up with cousins John and Matt and their mom - my mom's sister) to Iverson Park. It was a less than five minute drive from our home, but with the beach on mind, catching crayfish, and just having fun on a hot summer's day, the drive seemed a lot longer. My cousins would catch the crayfish and dangle them in front of my face, thinking I'd be mortified, but...not so much. I picked them up too and usually let them back in the water since the idea of my cousins cooking them on the stove for dinner seemed cruel. The water is so shallow there, and always has been. Iverson Park is actually part of the Wisconsin River, so the water flows, trying to sweep you away with its mild current. There is a beach on either side and the deepest part goes up to Austin's bellybutton. I remember being able to walk across as well, but the water level is down about two feet now. The deepest part has a stone bridge that goes across, and teenagers jump off into the water, cannonball style. No diving off that bridge or you'd be paralyzed. 

On Saturday I packed up the boys and headed to Point, stopping by my parents' home and my mom and I took the boys to Iverson for an hour or so. It was so much fun...the memories came flooding back as soon as my feet hit the sand. Austin can't wait to go back!