The Heart of Boring (?) Flyover Country

 

The post before this was about us going to Creighton on a college visit. To do this, Luke and I had to drive across what is derisively referred to as flyover. Never mind, we don't mind and the views of this flatland were gorgeous.


A wall of clouds. 


Luke drove most of the way home. 


The wind turbines in Iowa seem a lot closer to the highway than those in Illinois.


Such a blue sky and clouds.



Not all the corn was in. 


The lonely tractor and windmill.





Approaching the mighty Mississippi, also known as the Big Muddy and Old Man River. 


The Illinois side.


Sunset over the Mississippi.





The sun goes down.



People make fun of flyover, but look at these sunsets! And the fields of waving grain rival the ocean.




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