Today was a primary travel day so we could get across the Mississippi. It always feels like we are really on a long trip once the river is behind us. We stopped not too far into Iowa at Herbert Hoover’s birthplace. We have been before and it is a great spot 1/2 mile off the interstate to walk in a pleasant place, see some historic buildings and not be next to the highway. We walked past the library to the grave site this time. There was a young lady there recording bird calls to compare songs once a sound barrier is built to see if a more quiet environment will entice them to sing more. I wanted to play an Arctic bird’s call into one of her mics but thought better of the idea. We stopped at a dairy for the night. Harvest Host is a wonderful idea and this was a perfect place. Once we negotiated a very strong hail storm! We were parked by a small lake, had a super peaceful night, ate fresh Key Lime ice cream from the dairy and simply loved the place and the people were so helpful and welcoming. Delightful.
Cadillac’s Most Correct Viewpoint
The trip is unraveling a bit. We are in Iowa. Did anyone ever hear of an Iowa? I am sure the driver is lost. We are in the midst of giant flat lands that don’t really exist anywhere I have been with strange upright cylinders poking up everywhere. I don’t think this place is anywhere near Alaska. The absolutely only decent thing is that we stumbled into ice cream. I had 12 flavors to stock up because we may never see a real ice cream store again. Oh, I forgot, I once again had to step in and save the day when this hideous horned monster began to attack. I think he was the leader because these things are all around us (maybe they live in the cylinders?) but none of the others have attacked.
Herbert Hoover and Lou Hoover graves.
Cadillac says “I held so tight he froze just like a statue.” Another rescue for the amazing Moose.