CORNY

If you asked: 'LL so what were Illinois, Idaho, Wisconsin and Minnesota like?' I would say 'Corny!'
By the time I was on the edge of Wisconsin i was feeling alarmed by the amount of acreage devoted to corn.
At first, somewhere in Ohio when the fields began, I thought 'oh, how neat, look at all that pretty corn.' After hours and miles upon miles the corn's charm had worn off and i was muttering 'damn corn!'

I had no idea the U.S.'s obsession with corn on the cob was so rampant. Or that there was an obsession at all. An outsider might gaze upon the multi-state crops and surmise that the diet of American's was based on the stuff.

The corn started to make me uncomfortable in western Illinois and i was relieved when the blinding flatness and unnerving uniformity dissipated for a while. I breathed a sigh of relief when the terrain once again dipped and rolled and a variety of trees lined the highway (briefly, though it was, for a few miles somewhere in MINN)

No real reports of 'accidental no-wheresville magic' to report. I may have a bit of road sickness. I am uncomfortable any time I am not moving over 70-mph and limiting the stops because of this. I really have no choice. Although I know I should stop to stretch or to eat somewhere besides the driver seat (i did make myself stop to look at the Mississippi), i am reluctant because stopping only reminds me of my physical aches and my mentally slushiness. So I will push on to South Dakota. Where i can rest and renew myself.

Four states today! I am excited, very exited to get back into the Black HIlls and away from corn.