Yes, it's not only the cheese that comes in chunks. And as a native of the land behind the "cheddar curtain", there's nothing like a drive through Coon Valley! :)
Just take your camera during Oct. atop the bluffs along the Miss. R., bring some curds to nibble on, and enjoy photography @ its finest. Collin Brendemuehl (The state rep. David is a distant cousin. But I have no clout with him.) **************************************************************** Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 12:58:11 -0600 From: Dan Scott <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> On Tuesday, January 14, 2003, at 01:14 AM, Mike Johnston wrote: > As teenagers my friends and I endured epic late-night Leinie's runs > that > could last four hours and land us in god-forsaken little rural hamlets > in > central Wisconsin in the middle of the wee hours. Having lived in the rural hamlets of Tripoli and Prentice, I didn't find them all that god-forsaken. <g> But, yes, Wisconsin is the land of cow farts, beer, and cheese. I don't know if Wisconsin stills leads the nation in love handles run amok, but it was the nation's leader for quite awhile. Dan (god-forsaken) Scott ****************************************************************
