What is an hour detour, when you’ve come this far already? We diverged from the highways onto county roads (Lettered, here in Wisconsin, we travelled on P, N, SS and C) to make a pilgrimage to Laura Ingalls Wilder’s birth site. Or there abouts. I think their Little House in the Big Woods was originally located in the middle of the current street, so I’ll forgive the local historians for that one.

Sweet little replica cabin in the cornfields to mark Laura’s birth site, and I couldn’t be happier to have visited!