That phrase is probably one of my favorite things Scott says. He gets it in his system and won’t rest until we have done our thing: Go. See. Do.
I got off work on Monday afternoon around 4pm and he was ready to GO! “It’s too nice of a day to be at home. It’s time for an adventure!”
I grabbed my camera, our phones, and off we went.
Our day included:
* A stop at a lemonade stand not far from our house. The lemonade was freshly made, REAL lemonade (which we threw out, once we got out of her view…blech!) She was also selling shells for .50, so we bought two of those too – to document our Adventure. When I asked where she got them, she said it was from a trip her family took to the Ozarks. Missouri shells! Can’t go wrong there.
* We heard about a lavender farm in Missouri Valley, Iowa, so we headed there next. It was a big disappointment. The lavender was growing on a small patch of land (I didn’t even take a picture of it!)
* Then it was to the Dairy Den for a chocolate malt (Scott’s favorite) and a twist cone for me. We met a family in line in front of us that were traveling from Washington state. She came to town to surprise her niece at her baby shower. They were really pleasant people to talk to as we hung out on the Dairy Den rail. Ice cream brings people together, don’t you think? There was a couple on a date, however, that weren’t as interested in our conversation…
* We then drove to Lincoln Highway, the first coast to coast highway across the United States, which turns 100 years old this year. It is designated a Scenic Highway in Iowa. The views across Iowa were beautiful. Farmland is to be appreciated, no matter your current location or preference. It is the heart of so much of our lives.
* We stumbled upon a rest stop that included some historic buildings: a schoolhouse, a cabin and a mercantile store. It also showed the brick used for the coast to coast Lincoln Highway. It is hard to imagine all the brick that was used. I took a picture of an old water conduit that reminded me of an accordian-style, play tunnel my sister and I used to play with in our home’s basement (concrete floors). As adults we have laughed at how painful it was, crawling over the metal rings with our knees, grinding into the metal and concrete. I’m pretty sure we both have permanent damage to our knees because of it!
* The next thing to pop up was the Museum of Religious Arts. Unfortunately it was closed, but we will go back eventually. I’m curious to know what it includes.
* A nice surprise to me was the Nazarene church we passed along the highway.
* We stopped to take pictures of a motel sign that may or may not be a working motel…it was hard to tell!
* A herd of cattle that were less than thrilled that I was wandering around, shooting something toward their young calves. One mama, in particular, was quite vocal in her protection and dislike for me.
* Our only goal for the Adventure was to find farm fresh eggs. We figured if we drove far enough out in the country, we would eventually see a sign. About 2 hours into our drive, we screamed with excitement: “There it is!!!” We followed the circuitous route until we found the spot. While they gathered the eggs, Scott talked with the boy of the house. He was precocious and a great conversationalist. Scott asked him if he was glad it had stopped raining and he replied, “Ohhhh! Last night was teh-wa-ble!!” All I noticed was the fact that he was running around his front yard in his white socks. Brought back some FRUSTRATING memories!
* After leaving their house, we wandered further down that back road and found Hitchcock Nature Center. HOLY COW!! What a find! Beautiful trails to walk, campgrounds, RV grounds, a beautiful lodge with telescopes and bird information. As I walked around taking pictures, I found THE mother of all scenic look-out towers. I climbed to the top to take pictures, in spite of the fact that the sun was beaming so strong it was hard to see anything and a terrible time to take pictures. Scott, however, decided to stay firmly grounded. We are really excited about going back to this observatory, especially with Joyce, who will fill in all the extra details about the trees and birds. Waaaaaaaay off in the distance, you could also see downtown Omaha. As we left, we ran into two dogs and their owner. I stopped and talked with her a few minutes as she ran a faucet of waters for her dogs to enjoy. She lives nearby and walks the Hitchcock trails often. She warmly welcomed me to Omaha. As we parted she yelled over her shoulder, “I hope to see you again soon.” I love all of our encounters along the way as we Adventured on.
* On our way home, we stopped in Crescent, Iowa and ate at Henry’s Diner (‘Nothin’ finer). It has a local reputation for its fried chicken. We opted for a tenderloin and a hamburger. I always expect diners to grill their hamburger buns, and I wasn’t disappointed. The food was deliciously horrible for us! We took the majority of it home as leftovers – including Scott’s nasty (my opinion!) chicken gizzards.
What a beautiful Adventure. A fun day of driving and discussing every imaginable conversation topic. There are so many reasons that Scott is a gift to me. Perhaps, most of all, his love for Adventuring and enjoying every single minute of life.
We exhaled out stress.
We breathed in life.