East Central-Flyway Lakes/Rivers Division
In 1999 when the Conference was realigned the Conference joined up with the Flyway to form the East Central-Flyway. The Conference was split into the Lakes and Rivers Division. This conference was in place until 2006 when several teams were moved around to different conferences and The Conference then split The Rivers Division was renamed to the Flyway Conference & the Lakes took the East Central name.
Lakes
- Berlin
- Omro
- Oshkosh Lourdes
- Laconia
- Markesan
- Ripon
- Waupun
- Wautoma
- Winneconne
Rivers
- Horicon
- Lomira
- North Fond du Lac
- St. Mary's Springs
- Winnebago Lutheran Academy
- Mayville
- Oakfield
Mayville played in the Lakes for Football along with Springs for a few years. Markesan & Laconia also played in the Rivers only for Football only but in the lakes for all other Sports.
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