Between Harley Davidson and Lambeau Field is some of the most beautiful countryside I have ever seen.

Rolling fields of muted hills chase each other to the horizon, only stopping for grand stands of spindly trees.  Stone silos capped in silver rise up beside red barns and white houses.  Some of the fields are fallow, some with native grass sway in the wind and the rest show promise of a recent planting.  The tall narrow trees stand in a respectful and dignified way amongst the fields.  The white houses with red barns and stone silos finish the image of the American midwestern farm.

This is how I will remember Wisconsin