Lets face it – the Rocky Mountains are overkill.
Sure, I remember the visceral feeling I had on seeing them for the first time. It was almost too much for a girl from the Midwest and like most exceptional and over-experienced things (e.g. spouses, children, ice cream) they got lost in the noise and taken for granted.
I now live back in the unbroken landscape of the Midwest and need to notice and remember a more subtle beauty. It won’t be easy. The landscape spreads out so far it feels like I’m looking into the past, present and future all at once. I like a surprise around the bend – so I will have to look harder for revelation.
Iowa is that place of subtle beauty, of warm and wonderful people. People who like to visit, make casseroles and bake cakes out of soda pop. I embrace them and the unpretentious food adventures that await me. “Down to earth” and “salt of the earth” describe the people found here, and rightly so. Midwest geography demands attachment to the earth, and a shift from looking up to the mountains.
I have a history in this part of the world and its all coming back to me. I have switched from pop to soda and back again, and easily so… my body knows and remembers this place.