After thirteen hours on the road (thanks to a bizarre and lengthy detour just west of Des Moines) we arrived in the bustling metropolis of Onawa, IA, home of the lovely Blue Lake KOA (and my favorite KOA owners, Martha and Linda). The rain in Indiana/Illinois was a big let-down, but at least I know that the bins in the back of my pickup are waterproof.
(One student contemplates Blue Lake, and questions why some RV owners felt the need to bring along potted plants?)
I almost forgot one field school student back at the Memorial Union parking lot (for future reference, we are a group of ten, not nine!) and fortunately she called to say she was very soggy and lost just as the caravan was pulling out of the lot. The students did well with the long haul, but truthfully I was not sorry that they opted out of the traditional group dinner at the Country Kitchen (home of the infamous broasted chicken).
Stopped for lunch at the WORLD’S LARGEST TRUCK STOP!
(Not larger than the average Becca!)
We arrived just after a couple busses full of pre-teen sized church groups: I was deterred from Taco Bell by a line of 30+ people.
The wind mills in Iowa are space age and surreal.
I am pleasantly surprised to find my nervous/anxious feeling left my stomach just as soon as we hit the road.
Speaking of hitting things, we are hitting the road again at 7 am sharp so I will hit the hay.
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