Rain again. We are driving on roller-coaster roads where you come to the top of the hill and can't see the other side. For my late husband, Bob, that was his worst nightmare. I can see why. You feel like you're going to fall off the edge of the earth.
There are many fields of soybeans in two different colors - rust and cafe'-au-lait tan. Are they using them for ethanol as well as corn?
We're not too enamored of this campground. It is dirty and the employees don't seem to care. We haven't been in one we dislike so much since Tennessee. There are not enough fire rings, the bathrooms smell, the water is odorous, and there is no sewer hook-up.
Outside our RV, there is a middle-aged woman sitting for hours hunched over in the rain on her picnic bench. We love to make up stories about people's behavior, so we wonder if she is meditating.
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