As we drove into Wisconsin, we came upon the town of Pepin where we realized it has some literary significance - it was the birthplace of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Even though we weren’t looking for it, there it was, and it made for an enjoyable stop with a few photo ops.
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
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