"Don't miss saying hello to the calves!" says a sign posted at Marieke Gouda at Penterman Farms along Hwy. 29 near Thorp, Wis.
"We haven't done that before," I tell my husband, Bob, nudging him away from the building that houses a creamery, gift store and restaurant. During a visit in the middle of August, rows of calf hutches line the grass outside the spacious cow barn like a village of plastic igloos.
This farmstead creamery has been a favorite stop when visiting Wisconsin relatives. Besides the allure of a bathroom break, ice cream and cheese, there's a seasonal jumping pillow, a 12-foot cow statue that offers fun photo ops, a soccer field and play areas for kids needing to roam, run and let loose pent-up energy on road trips.
The farmstead dairy sits two hours east of Minneapolis and 30 minutes east of the Interstate 94 exit near Chippewa Falls. Classic red barns and silos rise from the rolling cornfields and green pastures as we near Clark County, which leads Wisconsin in milk production.
Roads labeled as X, M and N cross creeks and rivers, curve along century farms, and pass Mennonite homesteads where laundry flaps on clotheslines. We know to drive carefully, on the lookout for bicycles or horse-drawn buggies that clip-clop along the shoulders.
At the Penterman barn, fans keep the summer air flowing as cows line up for rotating vertical brushes that scratch their backs. Some snack on a mouthful of hay or find a shaded sand bed for a snooze between milkings. Tags in their ears include names such as Emily or Pearl, and Fitbit-like devices track their digestion, exercise and overall health.
I hear a plaintive "MmmmMEH!" behind me and see Bob waving me over to the hutches where he's scratching the black and white fur of a chatty Holstein. We murmur a cheerful, chirpy conversation — the kind you usually have with dogs who treat you like the most awesome human on the planet.
Down the aisle of hutches where many of the young calves are resting, a brown-and-white calf sticks out its speckled pink nose. It seems to want nothing more than to nuzzle my hand with soft, fuzzy lips and a warm tongue that reaches out and licks at my palm and knuckles. If I lived nearby, I'd be picking out my favorite calves and needing to visit often.