Every year for Fathers Day my dad and I go fishing for salmon on Lake Michigan out of Kenosha. We absolutely killed them this year. It may have been one of our best years ever with the amount and size of the fish.
We get up at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning, ususally leaving port by 5am. In the past on the night before we had stayed in Milwaukee or Racine. This time we actually stayed in Kenosha. It was early on Saturday evening, but dad wanted to crash, so I went for a long walk and took lots of photos. In short, Kenosha is one f*cked up town. What a rathole. But not all is bad. I will be dribbling out the photos I took of the town as the summer wears on, with some commentary thrown in for good measure.