|Our camp from the other direction~|
The day turned gray - but the Sumac growing along the sides of the road were bright, almost neon shades of oranges & reds. I called Mom to let her know that we'd made it to Iowa! It was one of the best - of the last conversations we shared.
Soon, we were nearing Glenwood & following the directions of a Facebook friend who'd invited us to her farm for our first night. It was late afternoon when we pulled in - the sun had broken through the cloud cover. We unloaded Farah into the near-by round-pen. A relief to finally know the road-trip was behind us & watch as the sun set lower to the west. We enjoyed a Pizza, met new friends & by the time we went to the camper - we could see the lights from Omaha on the horizon. Yes Grandma - you were right! I was the one - who would return to Iowa!