We leave New York City far behind, and on to the open road. Truck stops, gas stations, diners and quick stop convenience stores line the highways like beacons along our path to the west. We have made it past Chicago, Milwaukee, past so many major cities, and now we are entering into another part of this great country.
The smell of cows and hay lingers heavy in this air, cut down by our land rover as we speed through the open farmlands. This is only a taste of what the next thousand miles or so will bring.
Finally, we pull off to rest along Lake Michigan, between Milwaukee and Sheboygan, in a town called Port Washington. If you ever go to Wisconsin, notice how clean it is, everywhere. If someone imagined a peaceful life, where there are many bars to be found (we counted almost 20 in this small lake town), then Wisconsin is for you.
7,798 miles left.
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