On our way home

As we travel home to Minnesota we move from the desert mountains and plains into the grassland and midwest and witness the changes with every few miles. The temps have changed little as we move north because we also lower our altitude. But the surroundings change dramatically. With the spring rains in the desert things were beginning to bloom but as we near the midwest, the trees are bare and the grass is brown. But the signs of spring are many at each stop on the road. From the migration of birds, Red Tail hawks and Turkey Vultures to Robins and Cardinals singing their morning songs, even a blue heron in the now open creek bottom, life is changing fast. New buds are beginning to form on the trees and the smell of moist air filled with decayed leaves assaults our senses with every breath.

Tonight's stay is just a few miles north of KC (Kansas City) in Watkins Woolen Mill State Park, Missouri. The park is also a historic site containing a beautifully restored woolen mill and farm from the mid 18800's once owned by the Watkins family. Sounds a little odd but the park is very nice with grounds surrounding a quite little lake. Tomorrow we move into Iowa.