09/06/2026
There is an undeniable magic to the Northwoods when the summer canopy goes thick and green, across 100’s of miles of hard-packed logging trails. For longtime riding enthusiast Johnny M., answering that call meant loading up the rig and pointing the compass straight toward St. Germain, Wisconsin, a legendary playground of pine-scented dirt and endless backwoods horizons.
Johnny’s weapon of choice for this wilderness run was his kitted out Polaris General XP 4, a machine that looks every bit as ready for a desert raid as it does clawing through Wisconsin loam. Riding with a small suspension lift, RBO tree sliders, and OnlyGenerals BYOW rear sliding window kit, Johnny gave the rig plenty of personal character with striking blue rock lighting that pops against the rig's slate-gray bodywork. Up top, an overhead light bar sits ready for dusk runs, complemented by a smaller mid mount bar, OnlyGenerals SideskinLITE enclosed cab to ward off wayward branches, and a DragonFire rear bed carrier securing a full-size spare.
Dropping into the fire roads outside St. Germain, the trail was pure vintage midwestern terrain, dampened just enough to catch a film as to prove you've been there, and banks of fauna lining the path like natural guardrails.
Rolling out in a small convoy with family in tow, Johnny kept pace through winding forest corridors where the tall timber filtered the midday light into a golden haze. The bright LED headlights and auxiliary amber markers cut through the canopy’s shade ahead, while the rig’s high-clearance lightly modded suspension effortlessly soaked up washboard sections and hidden roots.
Out here, far beyond cell reception and the hum of city life, the trip wasn't about breaking trail records or pushing the machine to mechanical destruction. For Johnny, the real reward lay in the shared laughter between the trees, dust settling behind the bumper at a midday clearing, and soaking up every drop of pure solitude Mother Nature had to offer alongside the people who matter most. As the tires ticked on the cool gravel heading back to camp before sundown, another indelible page of family trail lore had been written in the Wisconsin dirt.
