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Not Since ’68

May 24, 2010

BKM and I fled the home environs after the daughter’s wedding.  We escaped to Iowa City to visit with No. 1 son and look over the slough behind his apartment complex.  We found heat and humidity.

Yesterday was spent touring around the Amana Colonies, looking at wineries and checking out shops.  I didn’t see much of the founding culture beyond architecture; No. 1 son says it’s because they sold out to real shopkeepers to concentrate things in a specific area and keep the tourists out from under foot.  I guess it’s sort of like Indian tribes with casinos.

But last night was stunning out on the deck.  Humid, but not unduly hot — a moon moving into fullness — the smell of the slough; sweet decay, slipping around on air currents rather than breezes.  Frogs singing and a couple of Canada geese honking out on the pond.  A great place to sit and smoke a pipe and plan for the following day.

I did, but the day wasn’t cooperating.  Hot and oppressively humid.  Even the locals were shaking their heads, even at 9:00 a.m.  But I put on my walking shoes and headed downtown to do the year-around volksmarch through the historic/literary areas of the town.  It was a 10 K course that took me about 2 hours to accomplish. 

Saw some spectacular old homes, dating from 1865 through 1926, and sweat like I haven’t sweat in years.  In fact it was so pronounced a condition that it reminded me of wrestling practices back in college.  So I decided to weigh in after I returned to the apartment.  And much to my wife’s surprise, and horror, I discovered that I’d dropped 5 pounds from my weigh in from the evening before.  Not a wrestling room record; my personal  best back then was 8 pounds in one practice, but this effort served to impress the onlookers.

Tomorrow it’s supposed to be cooler and less humid.  I’ve got my eye set on Davenport.  It’s got a volksmarch along the river that I want to do.   No. 1 son and BKM say they want to go too.  We’ll see.

The great, undeniable truth is that Iowa, fittingly, has just as bad an environment as a wrestling room.

JM

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Gunnar Berg permalink
    May 24, 2010 10:30 pm

    I seem to recall BKM complaining the other day that Rapid was too cold. Maybe a little of an Iowa summer will give her some perspective.

    • May 25, 2010 6:40 am

      You’re probably right. I see by WeatherBug that this morning it’s 47 degrees in Rapid and Box Elder Creek is running 150 feet wide coming out of the Hills — three days of severe storms it says.

      Here I awake to rain and cooler temps today, but no one seems to want to get motivated to go anywhere. The forecast is for showers — but what does that mean? I’ve lost my feel for what the Midwestern weather patterns are.

      JM

  2. Dex westrum permalink
    May 25, 2010 1:06 pm

    Iowa doesn’t have much going for it, but at least it doesn’t have Paul.

    • May 25, 2010 1:46 pm

      True. But then, Dan Gable wouldn’t have let him in the state to begin with. Another plus that I neglected to mention was finding hot German potato salad at the Ox Yoke in Amana that rivaled your mother’s.

      JM

  3. Dex westrum permalink
    May 25, 2010 1:56 pm

    Ah, yes. I remember it well.

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