The Unflatness

Many year ago, my brother and I drove across country. He had just finished at the Air Force Academy in Colorado and needed to quickly relocate with his car to an east coast post and I had a few days off before starting my summer job. We jumped on the highway in his little 2 seat sports car and made a quick job of it, stopping briefly at a few sights. I could now brag that I had ‘driven cross country, right?

Boy was I wrong.

Traveling on the highway did not give me a true sense of the areas I had traveled across. I did not see the subtle changes every area had to offer.
Traveling slowly on the backroads in the Rover with the windows open (our version of ac) has given me a whole new appreciation for the land we have crossed. It is definitely not flat, although if you look across the horizon at times it certainly seemed so. And the tornado warnings made it seem like we were quite exposed.

The trip from Florida to South Dakota has included rolling hills, sharp winding gorges, rollercoasters (see previous post) and long slow ups and ups and ups with very few actual flat areas.

The countryside has included corn fields, soybean fields, other fields growing I know not what, large open spaces fenced for cattle, and large expanses of horse country. We constantly remark on how the landscape can change in 150 miles (our chosen daily limit in our putt, putt vehicle).

While at times the trip has been challenging, the heat, the long days, the many miles, learning to live on the road (that is a whole other post or two!) I feel very lucky to have travelled the backroads and had the chance to experience all that we have, so far.

Did we see it all? No way. We could spend months or even years in each area and still have much to learn. I at least feel that I have a flavor of the many landscapes and what they have to offer and a new appreciation for their unflatness. Perhaps on our return trip in a few years, we will see or experience even more or find a state that really is flat!

261st Avenue! Not another road or a building in sight!

Rollercoasters, water towers and windmills

The west has really big mountains, New England has smaller mountains, and Missouri has rolling hills, very much like a kiddie rollercoaster. Up and down…up and down.

Up an down, up and down, with a few “thank yo ma’ams” to boot.

Missouri and Iowa also have water towers. Every town, and sometimes every corner, has their own water tower with their name printed on it in huge letters, and sometimes the mascot of their school team. All of the water towers we have seen look freshly painted and full of town pride.

And last, but not least is the huge crop of windmills they are growing in western Iowa!

There were a ton of these everywhere we looked for a while. The funny thing was out here they didn’t seem like a scar as they do at home when they put them on the mountain ridges. I can’t say why.

A Swing’n time

Well, our GPS took us on another adventure! This time onto a back road in MO with two infamous swinging bridges. Now I don’t know about you, but when I think of swinging bridges, I think of the walking bridge I used to have to take after school to my paino teacher’s house. It went across a small creek, the boys would try to get it swinging to make the girls scream (usually didn’t work since we were country girls who didn’t frighten easily) and sadly a big storm washed it away never to be replaced.

But, I digress, these bridges were nothing of the sort. These bridges were straight out of an Indiana Jones movie, steel cables, horizontal boards that moved and bounced under the car and skinny slats to drive across that were in no way wide enough for the Rover’s tires, the whole works. I expected to see a whip come shooting out of the trees to swing us all to safety as we plummeted to the raging river below.

Of course, we could have turned around and found another route, but that wouldn’t have been half as interesting or blog worthy! Our trusty Rover got us through, thank goodness since there were half a dozen Missouri boys fishing on the bank underneath and watching our progress. I’m sure they went home with a good story about the funny car that passed over their bridge.

Wait for it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holy crapolla…I wanted to take more pictures but I was too busy holding on!

On vacation

After our brush with military intelligence, we decided we needed a vacation! We stumbled across Huzzah Valley Resort in Steelville, MO.

What a find!

It is basically a family rafting campground on one side of the road and a ‘young’ persons rafting/party place (they call it the “zoo”) on the other side of the road, something for everyone.

We took the weekend off and read, slept, swam in the crystal cold river, and genuinely relaxed. We have been pushing the miles lately to get north of the heat (this northern girl has been a puddle of goo) and decided we needed a break. We camped right next to the river, a football field away from the bathrooms (my only complaint, Darrin’s complaint might be the distance we had to walk to the store to get an afternoon ice cream ).

The first few nights we basically had the place to ourselves, except for the rafters coming down the lazy river. Over the weekend, a few more people arrived, but the place is well set-up to tuck people away into small areas, the staff is super nice, and the security team was constantly making rounds (one night when we were the only ones there, the security guard drove his round in record time – we decided he was trying to do it during the commercial of his favorite show).

We highly recommend the place to all travelers, but be warned, they are already fully booked for the summer season!

No one camping over there!
And no one camping over there! Those are the bathrooms waaaaayyyyy over there across the sunny, hot, open field.

 

 

The nice cool brook over ther! A nice place to take a few days off and stay cool in the 90 degree heat.