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| My boys checking the fences on the prairie |
September 16, 2022
Crossing the Mississippi didn't bring us into new territory, but it did mark the beginning of our west-facing travels. We drove through the corn of Iowa.
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| The cornfields looked like home |
We entered the seemingly endless prairie through Western Iowa and South Dakota.
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| Farmers bale the hay on the roadsides |
The prairie went on and on.
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| We saw a blessing in the prairie sky. |
And the prairie continued on, but the ground began to change.
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| Imagine a wagon bouncing over these hills. |
We thought about the pioneers, the heat, dangers, bumpy cramped wagons, the slow, slow miles. We're so grateful for our little white turtle van.
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| Not us. |
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