I’ve been to Wisconsin exactly two times. The first visit was during graduate school, when a fellow journalism student who, like me, was missing skiing something fierce, planned a trip for the two of us up to Wisconsin. There’s good skiing up there, we were told by Chicagoans who didn’t know any better. So we of the Cascades and the Rockies drove two hours north from Evanston, IL to ski a “mountain” with a 200-foot elevation.
And yet there I was in July—ever the optimist—driving to another geological anomaly in Wisconsin, once again with no real concept of what lay ahead.
I was headed to Sand Valley for the opening of the new 13,000 square-foot Tennis Center. If you’re a golfer, you probably just went “ooh!” because that’s what every golfer says when I mention SV. Sand Valley was developed by the people who brought you Bandon Dunes, and it lives up to the hype, I’m told. I can’t vouch for it myself because of course I was there for the tennis.