Iowa - non-stop corn
Somewhere along Interstate 80
Turning east from South Dakota we entered Iowa and corn country.
But first, let me get this out of the way: I hate candy corn. Of all the wonderful and creative uses for corn, candy corn is undoubtably the most ill conceived, unhealthy and tasteless. Yet, we have miles upon miles of corn crops, tens of millions of ears and each year around October we see how it's wasted in filling plastic bags, decorated with ghouls and ghosts; stacked high in every supermarket in the nation. An epidemic.
Upon entering Iowa the land slowly transformed to rolling green fields of corn which were surprisingly peaceful and bucolic once I stopped fretting on how much of this would be candied come October. Katherine took the wheel seeing I was sweating and mumbling a lot and I, rather dreamily, saw Iowa as a dark green, shag carpet of knee high corn. It's impossible for a fellow from the southwest to imagine all this corn in one place. And, it's not just Iowa, this crop spreads all the way to the east coast! Not as plentiful as in Iowa, Illinois, Indiana and Ohio, but IT'S EVERYWHERE! If corn were to ever become sentient, well, look out folks, there's an ear with your name on it.
So, if you're into green this is the place for you. I'm often amazed that people can and have lived everywhere. We adapt, even to green fields that extend for miles, we adapt. After hours upon hours of passing green field after green field it became mind numbingly tedious. But, it stays with you, this mass of green and you realize there is much more than what you can see out a car window whizzing by on the interstate. It's worth a second visit, perhaps in early October when the candy corn is being harvested.