House on The Rock
I don’t know where to begin. After Madison, we met up with our good friends Steve and Anch for a little weekend fun in the Wisconsin Dells. We met at House on the Rock.
In case you are unfamiliar, House on the Rock is a crazy, circusy house-slash-roadside-attraction that is overflowing with strange collectibles and curiosities. They just go on and on.
I was the only one that had ever been there (twice, I might add), and I had been meaning to take Nate for years. Not unlike the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo, it is pure visual overload. Full of the weird and the kitschy, the whole place becomes an exercise in endurance by the end—which, to be honest, is part of the fun.