You can tell the season by the highway sign telling the fine folks of Wisconsin to buckle up on the way to their deer camp. That and the naked trees screamed late fall all the way to Devil’s Lake.

We drove up north to pick up Henna. Along the way we decided to stop at one of our favorite points in the Midwest. The thing we love most about Devil’s Lake is that it reminds us of places far from the Midwest. Maybe it’s the cliffs. Or the boulder fields casually strewn about. But the lake feels much more Colorado than Wisconsin. But then you see a fisherman snacking on cheese curds and are immediately brought back to the land of brats and cheese.