Archive for May 21st, 2011

41: Minnesota

Saturday, May 21st, 2011

My visit to Minnesota was very brief. From Iowa, I drive through the town of Luverne – in Minnesota’s south-western corner – en route to South Dakota.

Luverne, Minnesota

40: Nebraska

Saturday, May 21st, 2011

For my visit to Nebraska, I decided to do something a bit different: I parked my car in the city of Council Bluffs, Iowa, and walked across the Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge – which crosses the Missouri River to Omaha, Nebraska.

(The “Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge” is a bit misnamed, because it is also open to bicycles. I thought about riding my mountain bike across the bridge – instead of walking – but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to securely lock up my bike in Omaha while I had dinner.)

The Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge, connecting Council Bluffs, Iowa (foreground) with Omaha, Nebraska (background)

Looking back from Omaha towards Council Bluffs

Omaha is famous for its steaks (Nebraska being a major beef-producing state), and I celebrated my first visit to Nebraska with dinner in a downtown Omaha steakhouse.

Downtown Omaha

Spencer's Steakhouse, Omaha

39: Iowa

Saturday, May 21st, 2011

Driving westward from Chicago, the sprawling suburbs slowly faded into farmland. I then crossed the Mississippi River once again, to leave Illinois and enter Iowa.

Downstream, the Mississippi River was experiencing record flooding. Several places (in Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Mississippi, and Louisiana) where I had been just a month ago were now flooded. Here in Iowa (near the “Quad Cities” of Davenport and Bettendorf, Iowa, and Moline and Rock Island, Illinois), I could tell that the river was very high, but it was not overflowing its banks.

Crossing the Mississippi marked the symbolic 3/4 point of my trip; I was now back in the western US. (Later, when I re-cross the Continental Divide, I’ll be back in the “Pacific West”.)

The I-80 bridge over the Mississippi River. Looking eastwards from Iowa back towards Illinois

"Freedom Rock", near Menlo, Iowa. (A local artist repaints this frequently with patriotic themes.)

This was my first visit to Iowa. Beforehand, I had imagined it to be a rather boring state – and I was right. It wasn’t quite as boring as I’d expected, though, because (for most of the state) the ubiquitous farmland is set among gently rolling hills – not flat-as-a-board land as it was in the Texas panhandle or western Oklahoma. The towns and (few) cities are tidy, but generally unremarkable. The state is more than 300 miles wide; I was glad when I finally finished crossing it.

Before European settlement, most of Iowa was prairie – but today, almost all of it has been turned into farmland (mainly wheat or corn). Iowa now has the lowest percentage of remaining uncultivated land of any US state. However, a small area in central Iowa – the Neal Smith National Wildlife Refuge – has been restored to look the way that it did before European settlement – including several grazing buffalo.

Buffalo grazing in the Neal Smith National Wildlife Refuge

Driving through the Neal Smith National Wildlife Refuge

Earlier in the trip, I found a small town (Winslow, Arizona) that was trying to take advantage of a brief mention in a song. Here in Iowa, we have another small town (Riverside) with an even more dubious claim to fame: The ‘future birthplace’ of Captain James Kirk from the “Star Trek” series!

Riverside, Iowa - the 'future birthplace' of Capt. James T. Kirk from "Star Trek"