we drove. we drove and, honestly, didn't do a ton. we talked about barns, went past chicago (but didn't see the city), read books to one another, and arrived in wisconsin. when we arrived at fort mccoy, we got a tour of the base, ate at culvers, and then went back to the apartment and watched seinfeld. at culvers, i had my first fried cheese curds and, contrary to what i had been told, they did not squeak. this wouldn't have been odd, except two people (ahemkaylaahembobby) told me about the cheese squeaking without knowing that the other had said anything about the squeakiness. it stands to reason that squeaking is a big part of cheese curds. i feel like an adult who doesn't believe that neverland exists for doubting the squeak of the curd.
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