Packing It In
Whelp, tonight wraps up our grand tour of Wisconsin. The wife has successfully caught up with friends and family, and as we head back to sunny San Diego we’re left with the feeling that we’ll be missing all of the kind, honest people we’ve seen this past week. The suitcases are packed up, the alarm is set for 4am, and the plane tickets are at the ready.
And so, with a fond “farewell”, we bid adieu to Widmer’s Cheese factory (awesome cheese!),
Dr. Myerson’s teeth,
the John Deere factory,
the never ending fields of corn and soy beans,
Amish literature,
and last, but not least, this orange moose:
That, in a nutshell my friends, is Wisconsin.
Orange moose? Well that would put you in Black River Falls, Wisconsin. I grew up in the “big city” of Wausau Wisconsin.
You, sir, are spot on. We saw this guy while riding to the Mall of America, and made a mental note to stop by on our way back