After the High Falls stop, we continued southwest toward Duluth. The planned stop for the night was primitive campground in Wisconsin. I did take a detour down a couple of rock roads and stopped to shoot a few pictures of Superior.
I was so tempted to take a right turn and disappear into the Superior National Forest for a month or two.
The next stop was to be Gooseberry Falls State Park. They were supposed to be a pretty set of falls that were tame enough to get wet in. What a miserable place that was. It screamed "Tourist Trap" from the gift shop full of Chinese junk to the throngs of people trampling every surface and plant. Yuck. We stayed long enough to take a picture of the falls and climbed in the truck to look for less crowded places.
We rolled through Duluth without stopping and headed into Wisconsin. Wisconsin is supposed to be famous for its cheeses. I can honestly say the only cows I saw in the entire state were outside a jerky factory. What Wisconsin should be famous for is corn. I have never seen that much corn in my life. And dropped in the middle of the fields was invariably a house, a barn, and some trees. There were literally 1000s of them. We would come around a corner and someone would say with excitement, "Look, there's a house, a barn, and some trees."
We stayed off the interstates for most of this leg. It was straight two lane roads through the corn. On occasion, the the Wisconsin would throw in a couple of back to back 90* turns to wake up the driver, but mostly it was miles and miles of corn with the usual, house, barn and trees.
Later that afternoon we rolled into a campground in the Chequamegon National Forest. It was another one of those peaceful places we found a few of during this trip.
