So I left for Little Switzerland at 11:15 a.m. on an overcast Tuesday. I was excited, as I always am when I get to be in a car. We drove past the windsocks flying above rubble piles and the lonely agrarian oaks presiding over their lost limbs. I was on my way to see one of the world's finest small breweries.
Highway 151 stretched on and we passed out of Dane Co. before I realized that we must have missed the exit. This slip of concentration actually turned out all right as we soon found ourselves on \The Trollway"" headed into the Little Norway of Mt. Horeb. As everyone knows, Mt. Horeb is the home of the Mustard Museum! Better yet, there was a butcher'a real old-fashioned butcher'across the street. I asked to stop and see it all, but we headed on past a graveyard and I knew I wasn't going to see mustard-jar-lined walls that day, despite claims that we would see it on the way back. Right then I knew that there is a southwestern Wisconsin day trip to be had.
