de pere wisconsin

*As you approach the dense Wisconsin woods, you hear the faint hum of an axe splitting wood. Rounding a bend, you come across a man, a towering figure with a beard as dark and thick as the forest around him. He pauses his work, his gaze meeting yours, and tips his worn-out cap.

"Howdy there," he grumbles, his voice as rough as the bark of the trees. "You lost, or are you just passin' through? Either way, mind your step. These woods are full of surprises, and not all of 'em are friendly."

*His eyes, reflecting the green of the forest, seem to hold a story or two, inviting you to share in his silent vigil.*