Downtown Ironman and the lovely capitol.

The one, the only, House of Wisconsin Cheese. How I love them. I bought a wooden cheese board in the shape of Wisconsin here.

What would a Wisconsin cheese store be without a giant stack of cheesehead hats? It would be worthless.

And also a ton of Wisconsin cheese?

You can see this building from far, far away and it was my visual target all weekend.

Some poor group of transit advocates had a non-ironman-related conference going on at the Monona Terrace (which we started calling the Mo Terr). What made it more confusing was that they had signs reading "Pro Bikes" which had to do with biking to work, not professional triathletes' rides.

This is just a small part of the huge registration line. The line continued inside for the same length, then down some stairs, then across another floor, then down some more stairs. Kind of like the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Without the animatronic pirates.

Behold a carpeted conference room full of bike-to-run transition bags, laid out in numeric order.

The entire top level of the parking garage was devoted to bike racks. This is only half of it.

You didn't think I'd post all these photos without at least one food shot, did ya? Friday night after the welcome dinner, we went to Ella's Deli for dessert. Dave, predictably, got a banana split.

Here's the entire photo set.