Camped out on a farm in Fitchburg, WI. Wasn't really planning to stay the night, but when there's family-made wine, croquet, about two dozen horses and an already-made tent, why not?
Woke up to a horse sneezing. Damp socks, grass. Helped fold the chairs from around the fire and stack them by the shed door. The family who owned the barn sat in whicker chairs eating breakfast. They've been in the carriage-making business since the 1700s. They host polo matches on the weekends sometimes. The own a bed and breakfast and drink expensive whiskey.
Less than ten miles away is downtown Madison, waking up to crushed PBR cans in its streets and wondering how the college kids are feeling this morning.
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