or, Postcards From the Fringe
CUMBERLAND, WISCONSIN – We nearly hit a deer today.
He stood by the side of the road. He seemed to wait for us to get closer, and then just as we neared, he jumped in front of us as if he wanted to make us crash.
Luckily, I saw him early, and I anticipated that he’d jump in front of us. So we easily avoided an accident…
Greetings from rural Wisconsin.
Seven weeks ago, my family broke quarantine and hit the road to explore America in a camper. We’ve visited 11 states so far. We’re currently in Wisconsin. Next stop: Minnesota.
The best thing about this trip – and the thing that differentiates it from any other trip we’ve done – is the people we meet.
We’ve been to many countries and met a lot of people, but I can say, hands down, Americans are the MOST generous, hospitable people in the world.
Last night, for example, we were invited to dinner with the campers in the next site over. They cooked a feast of wild rice hamburgers, twice-baked potato salad and freshly baked cookies.
We all had a great time. They wouldn’t let us bring anything, despite our protests. Not even dessert or a bottle of wine.
Tonight, we’re being hosted by Mark and Terri in a small town called Cumberland, Wisconsin. They’ve invited us to sleep in a log cabin they own on a lake.
“Summer on a lake in Wisconsin is one of the best places in the world to be,” says Mark.
Here we are, taking a sunset cruise on Mark’s pontoon boat, testing Mark’s hypothesis. I’d say he has a point…
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