The next day we got up and back on the road. We crossed the mighty Mississippi, then a lot of highway as we drove across the huge state of Iowa. This was the state that we were least familiar with so we were a little anxious so see what it was like. Pretty much immediately we noticed that the landscape had changed and that we definitely were not close to home anymore. Where we live in western NY state there is a fair amount of agriculture but this was different, there's a lot more sky and tree's are getting scarce. Across most of the state the low rolling hills are consistent and really beautiful. The hills reminded me a bit of being in a small boat on the ocean when you can't see very far over the crests of the waves that seem larger than you, only here there's corn! As we got close to the western edge of the state we called ahead to check site availability at Wilson Island State Park on the Missouri River and learned that the campground was closed due to flooding. Forced to modify our plans we decided to stop to see a Danish Windmill in a town called Elk Horn. It was pretty quiet in Elk Horn but the windmill was pretty cool and it reminded me a lot of one on Cape Cod that I visited as a kid. From there we made our way to Prairie Rose State Park, a sort of oasis in the area. There's a nice lake with fishing, a swimming area, and more trees than we'd seen for quite a while. We found this park to be full of unoccupied 5th wheels that were squatting on sites waiting for the upcoming Independence Day weekend. Even though there we trailers everywhere we had only a few actual neighbors, one had a really unique Big Foot brand fiberglass trailer that is a bit like a giant Scamp or Boler, to me it looked like it has good potential to be a cool vintage trailer sometime in the future.
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