I know I’ve been kind of hard on Wisconsin in the past, but I believe every word I’ve written about the state is justified. And I’m not just saying that because Wisconsin’s college and professional sports teams are the hated rivals of Minnesota teams. Wisconsin is also our nemesis in politics, in agriculture, in tall tales of huge fish and bucks with big antlers, in our vast expanses of view-blockers, in lifestyle, in . . . well, EVERYTHING. We even compete in telling insulting jokes about each other. (You know why Minnesota’s wind is always blowing toward the east? ‘Cuz Wisconsin sucks.)
My reason for riding to Wisconsin today, however, was NOT to dig up more dirt on our neighbors across the river. No, I figured I might find some interesting, Cheesehead-style vanishing points.
At first, I was not disappointed in the Wisconsin vanishing points. I got a picture of the St. Croix river vanishing in the distant north, which is at the top of this page.
I also got a video of some vanishing seagulls, but since the St. Croix river is considered Border Waters, I can’t be sure of which state they are citizens. Personally, I’d like to think Minnesota seagulls would not snub a fellow Minnesotan like these birds did. You can watch below and decide for yourselves.
(By the way, the St. Croix river is nowhere near a sea. Shouldn’t seagulls on a river be called “rivergulls?”)
That was about all the vanishment or vanishism I could find and, believe me, I searched. I searched long and hard.
Conversely, I didn’t have to search very hard for more examples of Wisconsin Weirdness. So that’s the theme I’m going with today. Too easy!
I don’t mean to diminish the significance of 172 years. I can only dream of existing that long. It’s just that 172 years is kind of a weird milestone. Only in Wisconsin!
Before leaving Wisconsin, I decided to stop in at one of my favorite grocery stores. Ptacek’s has one of the most amazing selections of bratwursts I’ve ever seen, and they also have a pretty good craft beer selection. It’s the place I go to check out some Wisconsin beers I can’t find in Minnesota. But this time Wisconsin went a little too far.
I make no secret of the fact that I enjoy a fine ale or two after a bike ride. They taste good, they’re refreshing, and they cause me to write far more than I probably should on a Cycle365 post.