I had a simple time driving through Iowa.
I cooked dinner at a skatepark in Mason City, and visited a Stockhome House designed by Frank Lloyd Wright the next morning.
I rolled a two lane highway south into Waterloo and continued on Interstate 380 towards Iowa City. Later I hitched up with Interstate 80 towards Davenport.
Driving through Iowa is interesting. The landscape has been thoroughly manipulated by people for so long it makes me wonder what it looked like before it was settled.
Outcroppings of trees are scattered around the farmland, and a few times I was fooled into thinking that these tree groves could be indicative of what untamed land reverted back to. But usually after getting a closer look I could see that these groves, which must have had trees up to 80 or 100 years old, were clearly planted in rows near a home, probably to break the wind and provide shade. From what I could tell, there was no wilderness. There was no window into past for my imagination to work with. It was a funny realization. It made me feel strangely claustrophobic.