BAM! Our exploration of the midwest continues with a super-chill visit to Viroqua, Wisconsin. As you can see above, the traffic is horrendous…especially the horse-drawn Amish buggies. . .”c’mon, buddy, can’t you see we got places to go here?!” And the answer is, no, he can’t see that we got places to go. . .in fact, he knows that I am fibbing. . .we ain’t got nowheres to go here except to the coffee shop. Busted again. . .ah well.
So, we head on over to the Kickapoo Coffee joint…we order up two medium house blends…we sit down with some locals…we sip our cups of goodness, and DAMN, this stuff is delicious–mmmhhhmmm! We keep hearing how good Kickapoo Coffee is, and it is delightful to finally have a cup and experience it for ourselves. . .dark, rich, smooth, and full of coffee flavor–jaaaa!! We like this stuff a lot and will most definitely seek more of it out in the future.
Plus, on top of this buggy traffic and delicious coffee we notice that we are surrounded by more classic Wisconsin rolling hills dotted with hay bales here, there, and everywhere making for a bucolic and overall soothing time spent in and around these parts. In addition, there are over 200 certified organic farms in this area. . .this means there are lots of good food products available to us: veggies, meats, cheeses, juices, butter, etc.–all available at the Viroqua Food Co-op…check it out some time, you will love it–I gar-ron-taaaayy!
Legend has it that ‘Viroqua’ may have been the name of one of the daughters of an American Indian chief called Black Hawk. Black Hawk was a Ho-Chunk Indian who once ruled in this area before the white man kicked him and his people out. No one knows exactly why the town was named Viroqua back in the 18th century, but it may have something to do with the daughter/white-man-kicking-people-out connection. Please fill me in if you know anything more about this.
And Kickapoo is the name of the river that runs through Viroqua. . .the Kickapoo River. . .another Ho-Chunk name from way back when. Hay/hey Kickapoo…we love uuuuuuu!!
It seems that most things here in Wisconsin retain the Indian names of the past. . .along with the old French names for things…the German names for things…names from the U.S. Revolutionary War, the founding of the U.S., etc. and so on. Names. . .they remind us of times past…they remind us of people who have come before us…they remind us of how far humans have come and how far we/they have to go.
For us, we are simply honored to have the time and opportunity to experience this place, these things, and these people right here, right now. . .and we look forward to experiencing as much more as possible before our time here comes to an end.
I send you Ho-Chunk vibes from western Wiskonsen. . .feel them. . .they will make you go, “aaaaahhh!”
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It’s lovely out there.