The Move: Part 2

Our drive over was the northern route. Garrett served his mission in colorado and Wyoming. We had the opportunity to stop in Laramie and visit some old mission friends. One family was kind and let us stay with them at their vacation house in a neat area called Vedauwoo (veedavoo). We had a fun time clambering about the clay-like mountain piles, and then enjoyed a fantastic dinner of steak and potatoes. I'm not normally a steak and potatoes person, but this was delicious!

 We had chocolate time in the car, hahahahaha....

 I get excited about chocolate. And annoyed with Slow drivers.

 Old cathedral in Laramie.

 I was surprised the Wyoming was so pretty. It's definitely unique with the miles and miles of grass, but the skies were wide open and gorgeous.

 Vedauwoo!

 The rock formations look like a giant dropped goopy piles of clay all over the place.

 

Day two was a longer drive into Missouri. While traveling through Nebraska we noticed several large semi-trucks on their sides, off the road. We weren't sure what had happened (apparently the incident was old), but it is rather alarming to see large vehicles in such a state. Areas with the worst drivers: Lincoln Nebraska, Atlanta Georgia, and Kentucky. If you want to go five miles under the speed limit, move to the right people! I've also never seen so much corn in my life. The whole way from Nebraska through part of South Carolina had fields and fields and fields of corn.  Our goal was to hit up some church history sites, so we chose a newly renovated Super 8 in Cameron, MO. The next morning we hit up Adam-Ondi-Ahman. We were the only people there and it was lovely and quiet.

 The church owns quite a bit of land, so we drove around and had some great walking time. While we sat, we could hear at least 10 different bird calls. The missionaries called to serve and maintain the grounds were funny older fellows driving tractors.

We also decided to see Haun's Mill, about thirty minutes of driving from Adam-Ondi-Ahman. We expected a more pronounced tourist site, but we turned onto a gravel lane, which progressively grew narrower as it wound further into the fields. Our consternation grew as  the ruts grew larger and pools of water began to appear in the tracks. While our little "Dory" a blue Honda Fit, is a trouper, we decided that pushing her out of the mud would not be conducive to a good sigh-seeing expedition. When we were about .75 miles out from our destination, we decided to park the car and hoof it the rest of the way. Mud-hopping down the cornfield, we eventually reached a large cleared field near a river. Garrett, scouting around, discovered a small plaque that discussed the massacre. A small marker also stood where the mill had been. We were surprised at the simplicity of the area; not a single building still stood. It was hard to picture the chaos that would have occurred, standing in the peaceful sunny fields, with butterflies and birds.