You’re Not in Wisconsin Anymore

This week included a quick trip to the Finger Lakes region of New York. I think it was my third time in the state—the first time was to Buffalo (nope, didn’t make it to Niagara Falls), and the second was to Albany and Saratoga Springs—and it was the first time that I was there in warm weather when I could really get out and do things.

I wasn’t quite sure what this part of New York would look like. My conclusion? Wisconsin. It felt just like eastern Wisconsin. Rolling hills with fields and forest, gambrel-roofed red barns, Holstein cows. Even the town names were familiar: Manchester, Palmyra, Waterloo. Show me pictures and I don’t know how well I could tell the difference.

This is New York, but looks exactly like the place in Wisconsin where my mom grew up.

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