A couple of weeks ago, we got in the car and drove. We had a wedding in Wisconsin to shoot and while originally we thought about flying, driving seemed to fit us more. Neither one of us had seen this part of the country before. And you know me, I can't pass up a chance to spend time on the road with my camera. So drive we did.
1800 miles.
But I don't regret it for one second. There is something soothing and healing about spending that much time on the road. Time to think, sing and listen. Time to let the wind whip through your hair and the tunes to sink into your soul.
Plus, on a road trip like this one - you know, the 1800 mile kind, there will always be a DQ on the horizon. And since we didn't make any real plans, mostly because I like to pretend I'm a gypsy every now and then, we randomly toured a dairy farm, let a cow lick my hand, drank some local beer and drove, drove, drove.
I took so many pictures and yet am only posting a fraction of them here (fraction is relative - you'll soon find out). I hope you enjoy our journey through America's Dairyland. We most certainly did. And next time you find yourself on the road, whether it's for one hour or for 12, I hope you let the wind take your troubles away.

































