Chapter Nine: "The State of Wisconsin, especially in brutal winter months, felt like living on the moon. Not known for its mountain ranges, the area which many of his friends from other parts of the US called “lower Canada,” was redundant, one blank, snow covered field after another. This isn’t to say that Wisconsin doesn’t have its fair share of beauty, but when Austin Holt chanced a look at the barren farms from his upstairs bedroom window in January or February, his seasonal depression and...