Plans change. And, like when driving a manual shift, you occasionally skip a gear. Such is the story of my life I 2017.
Not much change at the homefront, but the changes worked so as to relieve tention here. After much delay, we found it possible to get a friend back home to Nebraska. Not exactly Kansas, but close.
This meant that our planned trip to New England would become a trip west, all the way to the Grand Canyon! The plans were on the drawing board, but nothing in stone past Omaha.
But packing a guy's life in a Uhaul trailer cut into the budget. I decided that the desert could wait. Less than two hours from Omaha, near the Minnesota line, waited the most unique highpoint of them all--in a soybean field!!
And so, instead of a six hour trip to a muddy cow pasture in southwestern Nebraska, a pleasant ride, with a side trip to Iowa's best overlook, we beat a thunderstorm to Hawkeye Point. The reason this was special was because there on the poles were arrows pointing to all the rest of the high points.
We got plenty of photos before the storm hit. Fortunately, this was very close to the main road. Later in the week, after visiting with most of the Peterson Clan, Minnesota's Eagle Mountain would not be as easy.
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