It’s home to renowned trout streams camouflaged by corn fields, and hearty folks who enjoy a decent fish fry and a cold Hamm’s. It’s the birthplace of things as oddly diverse as water skiing, Prince, and the John Beargrease Sled Dog Marathon. Here, we paddle canoes in lakes the glaciers made and fish in river valleys the glaciers missed. Some people have never been here, others have never left. We can see reasons for both, but what many call Flyover Country, we call home.