The interstate skims past all of them. That is exactly the point.
There is a particular kind of quiet that settles over a Midwestern town square around four in the afternoon, when the hardware store owner steps outside to sweep his own sidewalk and a dog you do not know follows you for half a block out of pure boredom. It smells like cut grass and diesel and, somewhere close, pie cooling on a windowsill that may or may not be a cliche depending on which town you happen to be standing in. None of these fifteen places will trend on a map app this week. Most of them were built by people who arrived speaking Norwegian, Cornish, Swiss German or Pennsylvania Dutch and never quite let go of the accent, the recipe or the roofline.
What follows is not a ranked countdown and it is not a list you can skim in ninety seconds, though the bones of one are here if that is what you need in a hurry. It is a slow loop through the river bends and prairie squares of five states, built around the stories locals tell after the second cup of coffee rather than the ones printed on the welcome sign.
01Grand Detour, Illinois, Where a Broken Plow Rewrote Farming
The town takes its name from the horseshoe bend the Rock River carves here, a loop so pronounced that early river traders called the whole detour grand and the label stuck harder than the settlement itself ever did. Grand Detour never grew past a few hundred people, and that smallness is precisely why the story that happened here in 1837 still feels intimate rather than monumental.
A blacksmith named John Deere had moved west from Vermont chasing work, and he kept hearing the same complaint from farmers wrestling the region's black, sticky prairie soil. Their cast iron plows caked up within a few rows and had to be scraped clean constantly. Deere took a broken saw blade, polished it smooth and shaped it into a self scouring steel plow that let the soil slide clear on its own. He made only one that first year. Word traveled faster than he could forge, and the tool that opened the tallgrass prairie to agriculture was born in a village most travelers still drive past without noticing the historic marker.
Locals like to say Grand Detour gave the world two gifts, a bend in the river and a bend in history, and neither one announces itself loudly.
What most visitors miss entirely is that the reconstructed blacksmith shop sits on the original foundation, and the museum next to it keeps an actual saw blade plow on display, not a replica. Few realize the village also has a quiet colony of mid century modern homes tucked behind the historic district, designed decades later by architects drawn to the same river bluff that once drew Deere. Walk the short bluff trail behind the site at golden hour and the Rock River below turns the color of hammered tin, which is the closest thing this town has to a signature photograph nobody posts.
02Mineral Point, Wisconsin, Where Cornish Miners Left Their Kitchens Behind
Long before Wisconsin was Wisconsin, Cornish miners from the tin and copper pits of southwest England came chasing lead ore into these hills, and they built their houses the way they built houses back home, low limestone cottages dug half into the hillside for warmth. Locals still call the oldest quarter Shake Rag Street, a name that comes from wives shaking dish rags out their doorways to call miners home for supper, a sound that carried clean across the ravine before anyone owned a clock that mattered.
The food memory the Cornish left behind is a hand pie called a pasty, a half moon of pastry stuffed with beef, potato, onion and rutabaga that miners could carry underground and eat cold at lunch without losing a single crumb down a mine shaft. Bakeries in town still crimp the edge in the traditional rope pattern, and old timers insist you can tell a proper Mineral Point pasty from an imitation by whether the crimp sits on the side, where a miner's dirty thumb never had to touch the filling.
A pasty was never meant to be pretty. It was meant to survive a fall down a mineshaft without spilling, and that is a kind of engineering nobody puts in a museum.
Fewer visitors know that Mineral Point became one of the earliest artist colonies in the Midwest, decades before towns like Galena or Saugatuck caught the same reputation, because two young artists bought a row of abandoned miner cottages in the 1930s for almost nothing and turned them into studios. That colony, called Pendarvis, still anchors the town's creative pulse, and the pottery kilns tucked into side alleys are usually happy to let a curious visitor watch a firing if you simply ask instead of waiting for a sign.
Information gain
The rope crimped edge on a Mineral Point pasty is a specific regional tell most food writers gloss over. Cornish immigrants also brought a saffron flavored bun called a Mineral Point saffron cake, sold at only a couple of bakeries in town and rarely mentioned outside local Facebook groups.
03Metamora, Indiana, Where a Canal Still Runs Uphill
Metamora sits inside the old towpath of the Whitewater Canal, a nineteenth century engineering scheme meant to move Indiana's grain to eastern markets before railroads made the whole idea obsolete within a generation. Most canal towns quietly buried their waterways under highway fill. Metamora did not, and the result is one of the only working aqueducts left in America, a wooden trough that carries the canal water directly over Duck Creek so that one waterway physically crosses another in midair.
A restored grist mill still grinds cornmeal on site using the original water wheel, and the flour dust that hangs in the afternoon light inside that mill is the closest thing to time travel a fifteen dollar admission ticket can buy in Indiana. What most day trippers never learn is that the canal was essentially bankrupt within a decade of opening, done in by a catastrophic flood in 1847 that washed out miles of towpath. The town survived by pivoting to milling and never really let go of its nineteenth century footprint, which is exactly why it looks the way it does now.
An aqueduct carrying a canal over a creek sounds like a puzzle a child would draw. Metamora built the real thing and kept it running long after anyone needed it to.
A genuine local secret, the horse drawn canal boat that still gives rides through the aqueduct runs on a schedule that shifts with water levels, and the ticket booth almost never advertises this online, so calling ahead saves a wasted trip. During the second full weekend of October the whole town runs a canal days festival that draws craftspeople from three states, and hotel rooms within twenty miles book out months in advance, a detail most itineraries fail to mention until it is too late to plan around.
04Arthur, Illinois, Where Buggies Still Have the Right of Way
Arthur anchors one of the largest Amish and Mennonite settlements in the country, older and in some ways less touristed than the famous one in Ohio's Holmes County. Drive the county roads at dawn and you will share the shoulder with actual black buggies moving at actual buggy speed, not a performance staged for visitors but simply how a large share of this county gets to church, to market and to each other's farms.
The thing almost nobody explains well is the internal diversity here. Not every Amish family in the Arthur settlement follows identical rules, some allow certain farm equipment and telephone use in a shed away from the house while others do not, and the variation exists because different church districts, each governed by its own bishop, set their own standards independently. A visitor who assumes uniformity misses the actual texture of the community.
A buggy moving at seven miles an hour on a county road is not a photo opportunity. It is somebody's Tuesday.
Locals know to time a visit around the Tuesday and Friday flea market at Arthur's Antiques Mall district, when Amish vendors bring produce, quilts and baked goods that never make it to the regular retail shops. Fewer still know about the small cheese houses off the main road where cheddar curds are made fresh most mornings, squeaking against your teeth if you catch them within hours of the batch. Photographing people directly, especially Amish families, without asking first is considered deeply disrespectful here, a rule that matters more than any scenic overlook this county has to offer.
05Three Oaks, Michigan, Where Bicycles Outnumber Parking Meters
Three Oaks earned an odd nickname decades ago, the bicycle capital of the Midwest, and it stuck because a local businessman turned an old freight depot into the Dogwood Fine Arts Festival grounds and, separately, the town's flat sandy backroads through orchard country turned out to be some of the best cycling terrain in southwest Michigan. The old rail bed running out of town is now a paved biking trail called the Kal Haven Trail's smaller cousin, though locals just call it the trail, no further explanation needed.
The building most visitors photograph without knowing its story is the old Featherbone Factory, once the largest employer in town, manufacturing corset stays and buggy whips from turkey feather quills, a genuinely strange nineteenth century industry that gave the town its early wealth before plastic made the whole trade obsolete overnight. That factory building now houses a working distillery, and the original brick and timber bones are still visible above the tasting bar.
A town that once shipped turkey feather buggy whips across the country now pours small batch whiskey in the same building. Nobody plans an economy that neatly, it just happens.
Locals point newcomers toward the tiny Vickers Theatre for a nightly film that changes constantly, run out of a converted storefront with fewer than a hundred seats, a detail that rarely makes it onto generic itinerary posts. Late September through October, the surrounding orchards open for cider pressing, and a few farms still let visitors watch the old style rack and cloth press in action, a sight that has mostly disappeared from bigger commercial operations.
06Stockton, Illinois, Where the Cheese Curds Predate the Interstate
Stockton sits in the rolling driftless region of northwest Illinois, land the last glaciers skipped over, which is why the hills here look nothing like the flat corn country most people picture when they hear Illinois. That geological accident gave Stockton steep pastures better suited to dairy cows than row crops, and the town built its identity around cheese long before food tourism made curds trendy.
Few visitors realize Stockton was also a stop connected to the Underground Railroad, with several documented safe houses in the surrounding township, a history the town has only recently begun marking properly with interpretive signage rather than leaving it to word of mouth. The annual Cheese Days festival, going strong since the 1930s, still crowns a Cheese Days queen and runs a parade that shuts down the entire main street, a small town ritual that has barely changed format in nearly a century.
The driftless hills around Stockton confused the glaciers and confuse GPS routing to this day, which is the honest reason so few people find this town by accident.
A genuinely lesser known stop is the small cheese factory just outside town that still makes curds twice daily and sells them warm through a walk up window, no seating, no branding beyond a hand painted sign, exactly the kind of place a search engine result rarely surfaces. The surrounding driftless hills also hold some of the best fall color driving in the entire state, and the ridge road connecting Stockton to nearby Elizabeth is a route locals drive on purpose in mid October purely for the view.
07Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin, Where Race Cars Learned to Corner
Before Road America existed as the storied four mile racetrack it is today, Elkhart Lake's actual public streets hosted road races in the early 1950s, cars screaming past the same lakefront hotels where guests were having breakfast. A fatal accident in 1952 ended street racing here for good, but the enthusiasm never left, and within a few years a permanent purpose built track opened just outside town, drawing Formula One and sports car legends for seven decades since.
What surprises first time visitors is that Elkhart Lake is not only a racing town. The spring fed lake at its center was a resort destination for Chicago's wealthy families as early as the 1860s, and several of those grand nineteenth century hotels are still operating, their guest registers holding names that predate the racetrack by a century.
A town that killed street racing on its own roads in 1952 somehow became one of the most important motorsport addresses in America within the same decade, an irony the local historical society enjoys pointing out.
A detail most racing fans miss, the original street circuit route through downtown is still walkable, and a self guided marker trail traces the exact corners where drivers once threaded between the general store and the lake. Locals also know the lake itself, fed by underground springs, stays remarkably clear and cold well into summer, making it one of the better swimming lakes in eastern Wisconsin despite sitting in the shadow of the racetrack's reputation.
08Princeton, Illinois, Where an Abolitionist Hid Fugitives in Plain Sight
Princeton's most important building does not look important. It is a modest wood frame house that belonged to Owen Lovejoy, a fiery abolitionist preacher and later congressman whose brother was murdered by a pro slavery mob in nearby Alton for running an antislavery printing press. Lovejoy turned his own Princeton home into a documented Underground Railroad stop, sheltering freedom seekers in a house that still stands and can be toured today, one of the best preserved and best documented stations on the entire route.
Princeton also holds a lighter, stranger claim to fame, it is the hometown of the woman who invented the modern classified ad format still used by newspapers, though most locals will more eagerly tell you about the annual Homestead Festival, a town wide celebration that has run for decades built entirely around old fashioned crafts, farm equipment demonstrations and a genuinely enormous flea market that spills across downtown for a full weekend.
Owen Lovejoy hid people in this house while giving speeches in Washington against the very system that made hiding necessary. Princeton does not shout about this, it simply keeps the door unlocked for visitors.
A quiet detail worth knowing, the Hennepin Canal Parkway trail passes near Princeton and offers one of the flattest, most scenic long distance biking routes in northern Illinois, largely ignored in favor of the more famous Illinois and Michigan Canal trail further south. Locals also point newcomers to the restored 1857 Bureau County Courthouse, still in active use, whose limestone facade has barely changed in over a century and a half.
09Wabash, Indiana, The First City Lit Entirely by Electric Light
On March 31, 1880, the courthouse dome in Wabash was illuminated by four brush arc lamps, an event the town still marks as the moment it became, by its own well documented claim, the first electrically lighted city in the world, predating even parts of New York's famous Edison grid by a couple of years. Farmers reportedly drove wagons in from the countryside just to see the glow, uncertain whether the light was safe to look at directly.
What often gets lost in that headline fact is the layered river town identity built up long after the lights went dark on the novelty. Wabash sits along the river of the same name, and its Eagle Cottage building downtown, along with a string of nineteenth century storefronts, has been steadily restored rather than replaced, giving the main street a continuity that many similarly sized Midwestern towns lost decades ago to demolition.
Farmers who had never seen an electric bulb rode into Wabash after dark in 1880 simply to stand under it and stare, which may be the most honest review any streetlight has ever received.
A lesser known stop is the Honeywell Center, an Art Deco performing arts venue built by an eccentric local industrialist that regularly pulls national touring acts through a town of barely ten thousand people, a booking pattern that surprises visitors expecting a strictly rural entertainment scene. The nearby Salamonie and Mississinewa reservoirs also draw a dedicated regional fishing crowd that rarely overlaps with the historic downtown visitors, meaning the two halves of Wabash tourism barely acknowledge each other despite sitting minutes apart.
10Cascade, Iowa, Where Limestone Bluffs Hide a Working Cheese Vat
Cascade takes its name from a genuine small waterfall on the north fork of the Maquoketa River, a feature easy to miss from the road but worth the short walk down to the water, especially after spring rain when the flow actually earns the town's name. The surrounding limestone bluff country places Cascade in the same driftless adjacent landscape that shaped Stockton across the state line, and the effect on the local economy has been similar, dairy farming that never fully industrialized the way flatter Iowa counties did.
Few outside the immediate region know that Cascade's Catholic parish, built by German and Irish settlers, holds one of the oldest continuously operating congregations in eastern Iowa, and the twin spired church that anchors the town's skyline is visible from farm roads miles away, a landmark locals still use for driving directions instead of street names.
Ask a Cascade local for directions and there is a real chance they will tell you to turn toward the church spires rather than name a road, and it will work every time.
A genuinely under the radar stop is the small creamery just outside town that still uses open vat cheese making methods largely phased out by larger commercial dairies, and visitors who call ahead can sometimes watch a batch being turned by hand. The nearby Whitewater Canyon area offers hiking through limestone formations that barely register on statewide Iowa tourism material despite rivaling better known driftless attractions just across the Wisconsin line.
11Byron, Illinois, A Prairie Town Built Around a River Bend and a Reactor
Byron's Main Street runs directly along a sweeping bend of the Rock River, the same river that shaped Grand Detour further downstream, and the town's historic core, with its brick storefronts and a restored 1920s theater, still functions as a genuine gathering place rather than a preserved museum piece. What most travel writers skip entirely is the town's unusual modern identity, home to a major nuclear generating station whose cooling towers are visible for miles across flat farmland, an odd juxtaposition against the town's otherwise nineteenth century downtown.
Byron's museum keeps records of the town's earlier life as a stagecoach stop on the Chicago to Galena trail, a route that predates the railroad and explains why the town's original street grid angles slightly differently than the farmland surveys around it.
Stand on Byron's Main Street bridge at dusk and you can see a nineteenth century church spire and a twentieth century cooling tower in the same frame, a view that captures the whole Midwest's habit of layering eras without erasing the last one.
Locals know the Rock River access point just below the Main Street dam holds excellent smallmouth bass fishing largely unadvertised outside regional fishing forums. The town also runs a genuinely well attended Fourth of July celebration with a fireworks display launched from the riverbank, drawing crowds from Rockford that outnumber Byron's own population several times over for one night each year.
12Norway, Illinois, The First Norwegian Settlement in America
Long before Minnesota became shorthand for Norwegian America, a small group of settlers led by Cleng Peerson established a colony here in the 1830s, making Norway, Illinois the earliest organized Norwegian settlement in the United States, predating the much larger waves that later settled the upper Midwest by decades. The stone Norway Lutheran Church that still stands on a hill outside the unincorporated village was built by those original settlers and remains active, its cemetery holding graves with inscriptions still in Norwegian.
What surprises most visitors is how small and unmarked the site remains given its genuine historical weight. There is no gift shop, no visitor center, just a church, a cemetery and a modest historical marker along the roadside, a level of restraint that feels almost deliberately un touristy in an era when every historic site seems to want a parking lot and a cafe.
The first Norwegian settlers in America chose a bend of the Fox River in Illinois, not Minnesota, and the only monument to that fact is a stone church most GPS apps still cannot find.
Genealogists researching Norwegian American ancestry consider this cemetery a genuine pilgrimage site, and local historical societies occasionally lead walking tours around the anniversary of the original 1834 settlement, an event rarely advertised beyond regional Scandinavian heritage newsletters. The nearby Fox River corridor also offers quiet canoe access points that see almost no tourist traffic compared to the more developed stretches further north near Ottawa.
13Fennville, Michigan, Where the Fruit Belt Meets a Blues Legend
Fennville sits inside Michigan's fruit belt, a narrow band along Lake Michigan's eastern shore where lake effect snow and moderated temperatures create ideal conditions for orchards, and the town's identity has been built around apples, blueberries and increasingly wine grapes for well over a century. What surprises visitors is the town's unlikely musical footnote, blues legend Rev. Robert Wilkins recorded material later reworked by the Rolling Stones, and a small but devoted circle of blues historians treats the region's rural juke joint history as seriously as its orchard history, though the connection rarely appears in mainstream fruit belt tourism content.
The town's most photographed local landmark, a large fiberglass goat statue outside a roadside farm stand, has become an unofficial mascot largely through word of mouth rather than any deliberate marketing campaign, and most visitors only learn its backstory by asking the farm stand owner directly.
A giant fiberglass goat became Fennville's most recognized landmark not because anyone planned it that way, but because enough travelers stopped to take a photograph that the statue eventually outgrew its own farm stand.
Locals know the real harvest season secret is timing, blueberry season peaks in July while the more famous apple harvest festivals do not begin until late September, meaning a summer visit to Fennville's u pick farms avoids the autumn crowds entirely while still delivering genuine fruit belt flavor. The nearby Fenn Valley Vineyards, one of Michigan's older wineries, also offers tastings rarely mentioned outside dedicated Michigan wine trail guides.
14New Glarus, Wisconsin, America's Little Switzerland
Settlers from the canton of Glarus in Switzerland founded this town in 1845 after economic hardship at home pushed them to seek land in America, and unlike many immigrant settlements that gradually assimilated their architecture into standard American styles, New Glarus deliberately leaned into chalet style buildings, alphorn festivals and Swiss dialect preservation well into the twenty first century, making it one of the most intact ethnic heritage towns in the country.
The brewery that put the town on modern maps, known for beers sold almost exclusively within Wisconsin's borders, actually represents a much newer chapter than most visitors assume, founded in 1993, more than a century after the original Swiss settlers arrived, though its Alpine styled brewhouse fits so naturally into the town's aesthetic that many assume it dates back generations.
New Glarus residents held onto a Swiss German dialect called Highland German for over a century after settlement, a linguistic time capsule that outlasted most other immigrant dialects in the American Midwest.
A genuinely under discussed detail is the Swiss Historical Village, a recreated pioneer settlement built and maintained largely by descendants of the original founding families rather than a generic historical society, giving tours a personal authenticity rarely found at comparable heritage sites. Every August during the Wilhelm Tell Festival, the town stages an actual open air performance of the Schiller play in a natural outdoor amphitheater, alternating between German and English language versions on different nights, a tradition running continuously since 1938 that almost never appears on general Wisconsin travel roundups.
15Camp Point, Illinois, A Crossroads Town That Named Itself Honestly
Camp Point earned its name plainly, early surveying and militia camps used the high ground here as a staging point in the 1820s and 30s, and the name simply stuck through incorporation rather than being replaced by something grander, a small honesty that many similarly aged Illinois towns abandoned in favor of more romantic names borrowed from classical mythology or eastern cities.
What few outside western Illinois know is that Camp Point sits along a ridge that once made it a genuine railroad junction of some regional importance, with grain elevators that still dominate the skyline today the way they did over a century ago, a visual reminder of how thoroughly agriculture shaped the built environment of towns this size.
Camp Point never dressed up its own name and never dressed up its skyline either, and there is something quietly refreshing about a town that let a grain elevator remain its tallest structure well into the twenty first century.
Locals point visitors toward the annual Camp Point Fall Festival, a genuinely community run event with a parade, tractor pulls and a level of participation from surrounding farm families that outside visitors rarely see this concentrated in larger towns. The Camp Point Central school mascot and rivalry games also draw entire extended families back from out of state each fall, a pattern of homecoming loyalty that says more about small town Illinois social fabric than any single landmark could.
16Stitching the Loop Together on Four Wheels
None of these fifteen towns sit on a direct line, and that is by design rather than accident, since the whole point is the wandering. A rented car with unlimited mileage matters more here than almost anywhere else in the country, because the shortest path between two of these towns is rarely the interstate, it is a county road that dips through a river valley and adds forty unhurried minutes nobody regrets. Anyone stitching together even six or seven of these stops across a long weekend should plan on covering three hundred to five hundred miles total, easy for a comfortable sedan or a small SUV, and worth checking a rental company's unlimited mileage terms before booking since a handful still cap daily distance on their cheapest tiers.
Cell coverage genuinely thins out in stretches of the driftless region around Stockton and Cascade, and in the farm country surrounding Arthur and Camp Point, so a paper map or an offline map download is not a nostalgic affectation here, it is a practical safeguard. Fuel stations also space out further than city driving habits prepare most visitors for, and a general rule among regional road trippers is to fill up anytime a tank drops below half in farm country rather than waiting for a low fuel light that might arrive twenty miles from the next pump.
The real packing list for this loop is short, a paper map as backup, a full tank well ahead of empty, and a willingness to pull over for a barn that looks a little too photogenic to pass.
Travel insurance is worth a second look for anyone combining this route with flights into Chicago, Milwaukee, Indianapolis or Detroit before renting a car locally, particularly during the shoulder seasons of early spring and late fall when Midwestern weather can shift a driving itinerary with little warning. Basic trip interruption coverage is inexpensive relative to the cost of a multi day rental and several nights of lodging, and it is the kind of small planning detail that rarely gets mentioned in town by town guides but genuinely protects a longer loop like this one.
What actually earns a spot in the trunk is shorter than most packing lists pretend. A pair of broken in walking shoes matters more than anything else on this loop, since the best parts of Mineral Point's Shake Rag Street and the driftless trails near Cascade only reveal themselves on foot. A light waterproof layer earns its space too, since lake effect weather off Michigan and sudden prairie showers near Byron can turn a clear afternoon damp within the hour. A soft sided cooler is the one item locals mention again and again, useful for hauling cheese curds out of Stockton, blueberries out of Fennville and a growler from New Glarus without any of it turning warm before the next stop.
Fifteen towns, five states, and not one interstate exit sign that tells the full story. What connects Grand Detour's broken plow to New Glarus's alphorn festival, or Wabash's arc lamps to Norway's stone church, is not geography so much as stubbornness, the kind that keeps a town's original character intact long after it would have been easier to let it blur into the next strip mall. Drive slow through these places. The good part is rarely on the main road.
Practical Notes, Dates and How to Reach Each Town
| Town, State | Nearest Major City / Route | Best Time to Visit |
|---|---|---|
| Grand Detour, IL | Off Route 2, about 100 miles west of Chicago near Dixon | May to October, historic site closed in winter |
| Mineral Point, WI | Off US 151, about 50 miles southwest of Madison | Year round, gallery walks best in summer and early fall |
| Metamora, IN | Off US 52, about 65 miles southeast of Indianapolis | Canal boat runs May through October, Canal Days in October |
| Arthur, IL | Off Route 133, about 25 miles south of Champaign | Tuesday and Friday flea markets, avoid Sundays for shops |
| Three Oaks, MI | Off I-94, about 70 miles east of Chicago near New Buffalo | Fall for cider pressing, summer for biking trails |
| Stockton, IL | Off US 20, about 25 miles east of Galena | Cheese Days in September, October for fall color drives |
| Elkhart Lake, WI | Off US 45, about 60 miles north of Milwaukee | May through September for race weekends and lake swimming |
| Princeton, IL | Off I-80, about 100 miles southwest of Chicago | September Homestead Festival, spring and fall for the trail |
| Wabash, IN | Off US 24, about 90 miles northeast of Indianapolis | Year round, check Honeywell Center schedule ahead |
| Cascade, IA | Off US 151, about 25 miles southwest of Dubuque | Spring for the waterfall flow, fall for foliage |
| Byron, IL | Off Route 2, about 20 miles southeast of Rockford | Early July for the Fourth of July riverfront event |
| Norway, IL | Off Route 71, about 10 miles west of Ottawa | Spring and fall, church and cemetery accessible year round |
| Fennville, MI | Off I-196, about 20 miles south of Holland | July for blueberries, late September for apples |
| New Glarus, WI | Off Route 69, about 25 miles southwest of Madison | August for Wilhelm Tell Festival, year round otherwise |
| Camp Point, IL | Off US 24, about 15 miles east of Quincy | Late September for the Fall Festival |
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