I’ve said this countless time but I’ve got to say it again.. there is just nothing that compares to rural Wisconsin in the Fall. The trees produce more apples than anyone can possibly eat, so apple pies, apple sauce, and apple bread are made (and eaten) daily. Colorful trees slowly drop their leaves to blanket winding bike trails, crisp air fills your lungs, haystacks spot large fields, sunsets melt into the rolling horizon… I could go on and on about how absolutely perfect life feels when I’m here. In a town where farmer’s live next door to large Amish families, trucks share the road with horse-drawn buggies, and home goods are purchased at the neighbor’s home market, it’s hard not to feel a little disappointed not to have grown up in a place like this. I can’t wait to visit again.