A Belt of Corn

So. Apparently, in my recent posts about heading East last fall, from the Oregon Coast to Connecticut's, I wrote that we were in Nevada here . . .

. . . when, actually, this juniper . . .

. . . and this view . . .

. . . and this camping scene, under the junipers, were actually in Wyoming. Thankfully, we've got Mistah Schleckah around, he who takes the photos, and more importantly, remembers where he took them.

So, Wyoming. We hit downtown Cheyenne, the state capital, on a Saturday morning . . .

. . . and discovered a farmers' market. With amazing produce . . .

. . . and amazing Wyoming characters. With amazing guts.

And then we headed even further East. Into Nebbie.

Nebraska's a beautiful state. (I know, I know: I don't think I've ever written any state's not "a beautiful state".)

Lots of roads on our travels look just like this -- the proverbial Road to Nowhere, with no one else around.

We had one of the best by-the-side-of-the-road-picnics EVER in Nebbie.

I think Nebbie can just speak for itself for a while here . . .

I mean really. You can't make this stuff up.

Everywhere you look it looks like a Great Plains movie set.

We take a lot of photos of package stores. (What da heck is "pop"?)

You drive by a lot of cornfields out there in Nebbie-land.

Aaaahhhhh. The Corn.

A lot of people get bored driving through the corn. I find it mesmerizing and intoxicating and, well, beautiful.

We crossed into Iowa, and found a great place to camp, and watched the full moon rise. Mistah headed down the steep, muddy bank toward the water for the money shot, and almost went ass-over-teakettle.

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But he got the shot -- the one we used for our Christmas card photo last year.

One of the many many things that makes it such fun camping with Mistah Schleckah is he does stuff like this. Takes double exposures with the camera. Manually. While I drink wine and read and ignore him watch him gad about.

Oh. And he makes a kick-ass fire, too.