Nearly every weekend from April 15 through October 15, my husband and I take a mini-road trip to our estate – er, trailer – on Little Green Lake in Markesan, Wisconsin. For those of us who grew up on the concrete sidewalks of of Milwaukee, Markesan, pop. 1,479, is “Up North.”
Wisconsin
folks always argue about where Up North starts. I grant that Markesan is not
True North like Minocqua, Wisconsin, separated from Canada by only a couple of
hours of lonely road.
But
it’s Up North for us, and paradise.
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| our trailer on Little Green Lake |
This
is our fourth year at the lake, and we’ve developed a tradition to
start out the weekends. After the hour and a half drive through corn fields and
cow pastures, our first stop, before we arrive at the lake, is the town gas
station, where Mike jumps out of the car and purchases that week’s issue of the
Markesan Regional Reporter.
The
high point of the Regional Reporter
is a weekly feature on page three. It's called “Police Beat.” This is the high point
because after being subjected to a week of world, national, and city news full
of murder, mayhem and misery, well…
…
It’s a relief to read about “crime” in a little town. My favorite listing of all time was
the account of the herd of pigs that got loose in the street in front of the
post office.
