Day 148, June 22, Kansas City Temple
The Kansas City Temple was so beautiful it almost takes ones breath away. We hated to leave, sitting in the celestial room for longer than we usually do til our tummies growled for lunch. Again, I’m so glad we were able to get back on schedule after the truck breakdown and subsequent cramped agenda. Was such a sweet gift to be in that stunning temple.
But leave we inevitably always must, so we pushed on towards Bismarck, North Dakota, which is our next temple, stopping at Sioux Falls, Iowa, for the night at an inexpensive by clean full-hookup site at a Sioux Indian reservation casino.
We drove north from Kansas City following the Missouri River through the states of Missoui and Nebraska…
…Iowa with its endless acre upon acre of corn fields, none of which requires irrigation because of the high humidity…
…and north into South Dakota where it’s even more flat but achingly beautiful with gently rolling hills of deep green corn fields in every direction as far as the eye can see interrupted only by clumps of trees near homesteads and corn silos.
Three amazing things: #1- the beauty of The Kansas City temple from the well groomed grounds bedecked with flowers, to the entire three-story edifice with its gospel artwork, gorgeous furnishings and rugs, and especially to the vaulted sun-drenched celestial room with its stained glass windows and doors, it’s artisan woodcrafting, and it’s inviting plush decor. #2- countless, endless, millions of acres of agriculture of every hue of lush green imaginable through the mid-west plains states. #3- the price of gas. When we drive all day long pulling this trailer up and down, thither and yon, we fill up every few hours. It’s quite sobering how much we’re paying for fuel. We’re just grateful we can afford it; many cannot.



















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