Remember the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind"? How all those people had an inescapable urge to go to some flat mesa out west somewhere? (I haven't seen it in a hundred years, so I don't have the details down.) Well, ever since they started a windfarm out in DeKalb County, on our route to Iowa, I've become obsessed, building windmills out of mashed potatoes. The turbines are just so unbelievably cool! So on Sunday, after dropping Daughter #2 back at school, I decided to go check them out on my way home.
This involved a lot of cross-country driving on roads with no names and a lot of dirt, just looking into the distance and driving in the direction of the turbines. It may not seem like an adventure to you younger folks, but for me it was thrilling indeed. I finally got close just as the sun was starting to go down. I would have liked to have lingered, to see if they were quiet or noisy, to lie under one in a field and look up at those huge rotors. But it was cold and dark and I was lost, so I got back in the car to find my way back to the highway and home.