The Great Expanse of Corn

After taking advantage of the hotel's continental breakfast, we stepped outside into a fog as thick as I've seen in a long time. We repacked up the car and crawled out onto I-80 west, making our way out of the suburbs of Des Moines and towards the Nebraska border.

It wasn't long before the fog burned off and left us with a very peculiar revelation about Iowa, at least the part of Iowa that we were traveling through; it's actually very pretty. Both of us had a preconcieved notion about this state that it was all cornfields and flat, boring land. Completely untrue. Iowa is covered with rolling yellow speckled hills and magnificent, isolated trees, giving it the sense of an English moor with the fog that surrounded us. It was very serene, and I'm sure in full sunlight it's even moreso. We tried taking a few photos, but again with the fog, they weren't coming out the way we wanted them to.

We're now in Nebraska, which is about everything we originally expected Iowa to be and more. Gone are the rolling hills and gentle sloping fields, the serene trees and the twisting rivers and lakes. Nope, now we're looking at corn in every single direction. It's endless. Though we both know that it'll get more interesting in a few hours. We should cross the border around 4:00 Mountain Time and once we hit Colorado, we'll be able to see the Rockies. It's pretty much consistent sightseeing from there.