My in-laws just moved to Phillips, WI. You've never heard of it. That's the kind of place it is. It lies just north of my hometown of Medford, WI which you've probably never heard of either, and whose only claim to fame is Tombstone Pizza and some long-dead astrologer. Phillips doesn't have any claim to fame. As part of my visit-every-relative initiative on this long, long, vacation, I am required to make the journey up north to Nowhereseville for a few weeks.
My first shock came when I tried to make a phone call. No reception. Yes, you read that correctly. While it sounds like some hipster urban legend, there are actually still places in the United States where this happens. And the North Woods of Wisconsin is such a place.
I thought Medford (pop. 4,326) was a small town . It was big news when WalMart and Taco Bell set up shop. There's only one high school. There's only one place in town large enough to host my friend's (350 person) wedding next week. Now I'm in Phillips for two weeks. And Medford, at 45 minutes away, is the nearest "big" town.
While I love the outdoors, fishing, hiking, and being on the water in some way-shape-form, I have a feeling that it's only a matter of time before I have a Starbucks withdrawal. Or miss a bookstore. After spending a week and a half in Milwaukee, where there are, you know, things to do, it will be a big change to spend some time in a place where, when it's lights out, it actually gets dark.