Wisconsin: A travel piece | Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog
To most of us, Wisconsin means cheese, milk, fishing and hunting, mosquitoes, and the real backwoods. When you stand in Wisconsin, and look up at the sky, there’s a feeling of “true North” in your the slightest indication of dusk spreading its shadowy apparition across the site, a large fighter squadron of mosquitoes, seemingly the size of small pterodactyls, began to dive bomb me from 12 o’clock high. As an infantryman in the midst of a mortar attack, I dove for the smoke filled areas the men were laying across the field.