I’d been paying attention to the sun/rain in the weather forecast, but hadn’t noticed what kind of wind to expect. The answer: a persistent wind from the northwest. Which is a little bit exhausting when riding north across farmland. And that also means wind farms. This part of Wisconsin is littered with majestic wind turbines, and with good reason.
It isn’t just that the headwind slows me down, it also adds to the noise, and requires pushing forward into it. And since it was also coming from the side, it was an ongoing buffeting to the side. I’ve learned how to deal with it, but it adds up to exhaustion.
Eventually I made it to Lake Winnebago, the largest non-Great lake in Wisconsin. You can see across it in one direction, but not the long way. 
I got to High Cliff State Park at about 4pm, so about 8 hours on the road, including breaks. But unlike last night’s park, which is mostly just a fishing destination, High Cliff has interesting stuff to see. The name refers to the limestone cliffs at the edge of Lake Winnebago, which offer some good hiking and some outlooks of the lake. There’s a whole flock of hawks hunting in the area (at one point there were at least 25 of them overhead) and I tried getting some photos of them, but that’s really hard. The place deserves a day or more; I’ll be giving it a few hours.
I ended up at another bar-and-grill for dinner, simply because it was only a few miles from the campground instead of several to the nearest proper restaurant. So it’s a brat-burger with cheese, chips, and a pint of … the house amber ale. 