Arising in the deep dark forest covering the highlands of Northeastern
Wisconsin, the Peshtigo streams, glides, babbles, roars, and rapids its
way into the Green Bay some 50 miles north of the City. It's very wild
here, I have seen bears. And if the wolves come back they would like it
here. Nearby is an abandoned old farmhouse, rapidly becoming reclaimed,
already not visible from road, location only kept in memory. Could this
be the place where Tarzan proposes to Jane in the Edgar Rice Burroughs
series?