Bordering two of the great lakes, Superior and Michigan, I’m smelling big water as I enter Wisconsin. A land of big trees, swollen streams, inland lakes, gigantic mosquitos and Harley Davidsons.

Bart Starr and the Green Bay Packers swell larger than life. I am in the midst of cheese heads and cheese curds – and I love those fresh dairy cheese curds. I’ll take a bag of the pepper jack curds please to snack on in camp tonight.

You’ll find Blatz, Miller, Schlitz, Old Milwaukee and Pabst plus a multitude of new craft beers in every little berg. And don’t forget the kringle, lefsa and fresh dairy products. A strong mix of German and Scandinavian heritage.

Departed early from camp in the morning as the mosquitos chased me away. Meandering through picturesque dairy farms on country roads listening to Sunday morning Graceful Gospel on the radio. A bit of local culture singing “I’m Holding Heaven in My Arms Tonight” followed by “I’m Getting Strong So Don’t do Me Wrong”.