"Today's goal: bliss, or the pursuit of same."
Mary's comment came out of the blue as Mary and Sean were heading Southeast on Iowa 76. Sean was driving.
"Our mission impossible?" said Sean.
"When stated as a postulate, it sounds kind of insane. What is undifferentiated pleasure?" Mary said, "Is it a state achievable to a discerning mind, or does bliss require the loss of mind; the loss of self?"
"Some people think of love as a losing of one's mind." replied Sean. "Which begs the question, if 'love' was ruled by the head and not the 'heart', would humanity become extinct?"
"Some cultures already are headed that way. But there is no shortage of new people. Animal instincts can only be overcome by intense civilization." Mary said, "My animal instincts are insisting that we stop. I have to pee."
"There's a National Monument ahead; it has a visitor center. Can civilization dominate your animal instincts for a few more minutes?" Sean said. "The place has the evocative name of Effigy Mounds."
"That would be fine. I could use a little stroll among the effigies."
The visitor headquarters was nearly empty. While Mary used the facilities, Sean browsed the exhibits. When Mary returned they paid the fee and began to walk the path to where the mounds had been constructed over a thousand years ago. It was a challenging hike, taking more than a half an hour to reach the top of the hill. The mounds were low and not very large, formed in the approximate shapes of animals and birds.
"Sensing anything here?" asked Sean.
"Only echoes." said Mary. "This is an old place. I am picking up on a sense of community, of people working together—as if this was the setting for an ancient mystery play. Perhaps, when I've finished my 'initiation', I'll be able to fully comprehend the experience. It's a peaceful place, though. I don't sense any underlying sadness." After a few minutes of wandering between the mounds she said, "I've seen enough, let's go back to the car."
Once they entered Wisconsin the land opened up and the scenery was, at times, spectacular. Mary was quiet—enthralled—during the rest of the trip.
"We've arrived. Our secret honeymoon destination." said Sean. It was after five by the time they entered the town of Mineral Point, and Sean had pulled up in front of The Brewery Creek Inn.
"A brewpub?" Mary said, giving Sean a quizzical look. "I'm not doing much drinking these days."
"This is where we check in, not where we'll be staying." said Sean. "Are you ready to begin your weekend of martial bliss?"
"The premarital bliss has worked out OK so far, I'm in." said Mary, "Put your ring on."
Inside, the Pub was filling up, but the bartender took a break from serving to sign them in; exchanging the usual pleasantries with the couple:
"First time in Mineral Point?"
"I'm picking up a weird vibe from this guy," thought Mary, "Keep it impersonal."
"Yes." said Sean.
"You've booked The Miner's Cabin. Continental Breakfast, the fridge is stocked, let me know if there's anything you need." The bartender eyed Mary surreptitiously. You'll be here Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, right?"
"Yes. That sounds great." Sean said.
"Checkout is at 11. There is a parking spot on the north side of the cabin. It's unlocked. The keys are on the kitchen counter."
Back in the car, Sean exchanged thoughts with Mary.
"Did you figure out where that guy was coming from?" thought Sean.
"It might have been a little repressed racism." thought Mary.
"Or he was jealous of me. You don't need a ring to see your 'aura'. Pregnancy suits you." thought Sean.
"Tell me about my aura when I'm puking." thought Mary. "But thanks for the complement."
"The cabin is a coupe of blocks away." thought Sean. "I'm taking off the ring. Distracted driving, y'know. Worse than texting."
"What kind of place is this?" said Mary, as she gazed at the stone facades of the old buildings which lining the street..
"This was a mining 'boom town' in the 1830s." said Sean. "We'll be staying in one of the oldest houses."
The Miners cabin was deceptively small. From the street, it appeared to be the size of a single car garage, the front room was comfortably furnished with overstuffed chairs and a sofa. A pair of filled bookshelves flanked a fireplace and the whole room was tastefully decorated with what appeared to be original art. An open doorway led to a series of additions: a kitchen, a bedroom, a small bath. The kitchen had a fireplace as well. On one of its walls was a mysterious black door, flanked by two carved kitchen chairs.
"That door and those chairs look like a metaphor for our marriage: one chair is you, one is me, and the black door symbolizes what lies ahead for us." said Mary.
"I can see that." said Sean. "Shall I open the door?"
"Do you think that wise?" said Mary, smiling, "I think the bedroom door holds the key to our immediate future."
"Of course." said Sean. "Rings on or off?"
Mary stared deeply into Sean's eyes.
"On." she said.