Flat. Flat, flat, flat.
The only place I’ve been where you could get mud on your feet and dust in your eyes at the same time.
Bitter winter, hot summer, with 15 minutes of spring in between. No windbreaks, not much in the way of shade.
I spent three years in southeast Iowa. I wouldn’t call it bad, just…empty. Featureless. I don’t blame Iowa for being the way it is, but it made me yearn for the sight of tall buildings and the sound of traffic. And contour. I’d grown up close to the ocean, among the grand old maples and elms of the Northeast, and Iowa to me seemed desolate.
I did enjoy a visit to Iowa City, which is not like the rest of what I saw. It was sort of like a midwestern Cambridge.
@SpatzieLover, I was in Vedic City before it was Vedic City. That’s the site of my old college campus. It was later purchased and razed to create the Maharishi community.