Fond du Lac, Wisconsin expects cows and cheese curds. It might not expect a farm committed to Minion joy — but here we are, and The Minion Farm delivered grins before we unhitched.
Kids would lose their minds; we two empty-nesters lost our composure just fine. Photo ops everywhere, host hospitality Midwest-solid, and a reminder that RV travel doesn’t always have to be solemn national-park reverence. Sometimes it’s bananas — figuratively, maybe literally in the snack bowl.
Lake Winnebago country rolled nearby while we camped among whimsy. Doug threatened to buy a Minion for the dashboard; Marla vetoed with prejudice that softened by morning.
Silver Trekker verdict: Pure delight stop. Bring grandchildren or your inner eight-year-old.
