Exploring Wisconsin’s Cities and Countryside
these two books lead me to its headquarters – Madison – and Wrong Sister, also within its beautiful landscape and The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. And even if I still isolate myself and isolate myself, I can still find many things to do in Wisconsin this week at the end of my peace seat or rocker in the back.
Wrong Sister author TE Woods
Tess Kincaid lived in it Madison, Wisconsin, all his life. Between him and his father who is an alcoholic, their lives revolve around six miles, and on the day Tess sees the doppelganger, he and all of Madison’s citizens sit on the road trying to get down Regent Street.
Tess sees her “twins” because she doesn’t agree with them: “You can’t see this dress here in Madison. And you don’t see it on a working day when the heat of the 90’s is humid enough to make the cars sweat.”
Tess eventually follows the woman, Mimi, to HotelRED, where they find their similarities in a discussion if their meeting happened by accident or something.
“Things were coming up slowly. Madison closes early Thursday night. Even summer. Midwesterners would not let a fun night interrupt their ideas for sunrise. There was another work day tomorrow. Around these areas, you will hear middle-aged people still refer to weekend evenings as ‘school nights’. ”
The two get to know each other and believe that they should separate after their parents separate. I’m asking Tess how it feels to grow in ‘America’s heartland’ and wonder if it’s magical as Bon Jovi and John Mellencamp do.
Tess talks about swimming on ice in the winter, spending time at sea, families drinking coffee on the porch, chatting white white walls the heat of the day diminished, and the need to be a University of Wisconsin they blow you away. Through Tess, we meet Madison across Monroe Street where a coffee shop fills up with a variety of people, making it the heart of the action; State Street, the perfect street for people to see; relaxation in front of Lake Wingra; it’s his beautiful way.
“The three seaside lanes in the center of the city were beautiful gemstones to be overlooked on August evenings. Especially on Saturday. From here, a shorter route turned west, the most popular of the three. Someone headed east, past ancient trees and following the lake for more than a mile, reaching the Student House where hundreds of people drank, drank brats, and listened to music on a large water chair. “
Tess and her father crossed the middle road, which ends at Picnic Point. Along the way the ground recedes and the two see Lake Mendota. At the moment there is a place for people to “see the beauty of the lake and the height of the city, I think seriously.”
The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
In Edgar Sawtelle’s Story by David Wroblewski, Trudy and Gar Sawtelle, their speechless son Edgar, and their pet dogs, Sawtelle, live on a farm that returns to Chequamegon – Nicolet National Forest in to the north Wisconsin
“What was known as the Chequamegon, as if it were a single forest, was Swiss cheese in the woods and in the state, especially around the sea.”
At the edge of their site is a beautiful stream two to ten feet[2 to 3 m]wide so that you can easily “get the stone off the ground without getting your hand wet.” During the year, the river is a lazy, dark-skinned river that always has a lot of wealth, which made Edgar unsurprising but the forest is high up.
Edgar is young, his father is dead, and something unexpected happens, causing the boy and his dogs to run off into the woods. It is through Edgar that we find the beauty of this country’s forest combined with the most beautiful ferns that look like “green spaces, lush greenery and grass.
“They floated from sea to sea, like rocks crossing a river that moved westward even to the Chequamegon. Edgar sometimes learned the names of the water through the papers inside the rooms – Phoebus, Duckhead, Yellow – but most of the time he lived in the Sea. going backwards. ”
It sounds like a beautiful landscape (except for biting insects) and Edgar hears the yip and the howls of beavers and the howls of loons in the morning, watching the birds return to the sea, eating insects. Edgar sees his first turtle crack, about the size of a restaurant dish, and spends time fishing in the water.
Edgar and a man named Henry, whom he met on his travels, stopped at Brule, Wisconsin, where Henry showed him the cup he had found.
They look at the pine and maple trees, the trees that were “green with green moss.… The air was filled with the smell of the sea. Even before Edgar saw the water he heard a crash of waves on the shore. They came out near a hidden fork. Twenty-three, making a rough twig wrapped in gray cords and draped with eroded holes, some of the largest of which looked like caves.Many waterbirds swayed on top of it, and on its head were bushes and trees.
Edgar immediately understands why Henry loves the place. On a quiet day, it would be a place to watch without the appearance of houses, roads, or boats on the water.