Windy Illinois Cornfields
By Kathy. Filed in Uncategorized |
Cornfields blowing in the wind.
August 31, 2010
I headed out into a muggy, blue-sky day. Our night in the campground was the most uncomfortable of the trip because of nasty mosquitoes and high humidity. Today would be another hot and humid day with plenty of wind.
Yellow-brown corn rustled in the wind as I cycled by fields lined with blue wildflowers. The sun was over my left shoulder as I headed south into a stiff headwind. In among the cornfields, I pedaled by a beautiful, immaculate cemetery. It was truly a resting place set aside in God’s country.
At mile 12, I arrived outside the city of Streator (population 14, 200). Here my route starting zigzagging around the city on back roads. As the wind whipped through soybean fields, the plants became animated and started dancing up and down. Cornstalks, acting like a huge wind vane, were all leaning forward showing the wind’s direction.
I discovered a big wind farm on my left. Several wind turbines gracefully twirled in the wind. This was a prime area for a wind farm. I rode down a dirt road to get a closer look at the whirling generators. I was amazed at how anything so mammoth could flow so smoothly.
I turned east onto SR 17 and a tailwind kicked in. Woo hoo! As the wind whistled through my bike wheels, it sounded like a flute. It was Destiny singing and rejoicing, something she only did with a tailwind.
I passed through the pretty town of Dwight. I was once again cycling along corn and soybean fields. As the day heated up (90 degrees), I was thankful for the wind because it kept me cool, but I had to be careful not to become dehydrated.
After a hot windy day on the road, we arrived at our destination Kankakee River State Park. We pitched our tent under a canopy of trees and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Yes, all was quiet, even the wind.
God Bless,
Kathy
James 1:17
Rodge and Bailey hangin' in the cornfield. Where's Bailey?
Peek a boo. There's Bailey.
Rows of corn.
Cornfields with wind turbines in the distance.
A soybean field with a wind farm in the distance.
A weathered country church among the cornfields.
