The corn belt. Acres of ripe, tasseled corn blanket the rolling county-side in gold. Lush green patches of soybeans intermingle to create a vivid patchwork. Quiet little towns with bright white clapboard houses are scattered along the way. Dull grey grain elevators, shiny galvanized grain bins, water towers of many shapes and sizes, and church steeples jut skyward randomly along the horizon. I suppose it would get boring after a while but it was wonderfully peaceful for a few hours today.