Well, not at first. The first part was definitely hay country, with countless large round bales of hay standing in the fields like soldiers in formation. Then the next 2/3 of the state was just mile after mile of soybeans and corn, mostly corn. The hills were rolling, but it was corn. Everywhere, corn. Tomorrow and Iowa will be more corn, but I do believe Iowa will be flatter.
One can see why they call it the "breadbasket" of the world. Millions and millions of acres of grain crops, but little else! Very few people.
Gerry, of course, took pictures of historical markers, though even those were scarce today. I started taking pictures of town signs with populations. Most of the little towns were quite small. But still, they had their own proud signs declaring their beings.
As you can see, the town of Emmet boasts 48 residents. Back in Wyoming there was actually a green population sign that said: Lost Springs Population 4
The good news is that all day long, the colors were lush green, no more desert! It felt welcoming and homey.
It is most interesting that in some environments, it feels like home---verdant rolling hills.
Or in other places, like visitors-- oceans and lakes.
And in some terrains, like aliens--desert and sage brush.
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