My Wisconsin; Sand Road Days of Beauty, Solitude

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White pines clinging to rocky bluffs, their soft branches reaching toward the heavens like outstretched arms that's what I eagerly waited for each summer as my family drove 600 miles to our Wisconsin hideaway. By the time we arrived, eastern Kansas was often baked dry, but at our hilly 47-acre "tree farm" in Juneau County, the oak and aspen, birch and hickory provided a shady forest where lady's slipper, columbine, huckleberry and a variety of ferns and mosses thrived.

There was a mist over the meadows some mornings, and the sand road that ran by our old farmhouse was uninviting for most traffic, providing a solitude that has gradually lessened in the intervening 45 years since we discovered the place. Once we could sit on the front porch in the twilight and watch flying squirrels soar from tree to tree and hear the sharp whistle of the whippoorwill. Electricity has arrived, along with indoor plumbing and a paved road and my sons never got to see the flying squirrels.

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