The Philosophunculist Travelogue, Part Two: Iowa
It was dark both times we drove through Iowa, therefore we did not see much. We smelled a lot, though. Cow dung is the name of the game in Iowa.
However, the return trip up Interstate 35 is fun. Every exit sign names two towns, and each combination sounds like the name of some old-money kid at a Massachusetts private school:
And there was one that said Manly Forest City, a place I reckon is not for out-of-towners.
Somebody documented all these on okroads.com, which is where I stole the pictures from.
Exciting, exciting stuff.