Untouched Snow….

Jim Parton
4 min readNov 8, 2023
Photo by author/J. Parton “Home”

“Snow is an attempt by Nature to make the dirty world look clean.” — Mehmet Murat Ildan. …

Fall in Iowa this year was spectacular. We had the right temperatures, the right amount of rain (although not enough!), and the right mixture of pleasant and stormy days. The autumn corn and soybean harvest are well underway, and around each corner of the countryside there is a “calendar view”.

We drove to northern Iowa to see the colors. The beautiful little Mississippi River towns of Marquette and McGregor, Iowa have busy but short main streets with just the right mix of gift stores, bookstores, and coffee shops for a relaxing Sunday stroll. We were accompanied by a relaxed crowd of “color seekers” in each small town we visited.

Our destination was the little community of Lansing, which sits on the banks of the “mighty Missisip” and features a park on the limestone bluffs high above the river. The drive up into the park is steep and winding and covered by a canopy of fall leaves in oranges, yellows, reds, and browns gently raining down. The park is on the border of Minnesota, Iowa, and Wisconsin. The overlook at the top has views that are awe-inspiring as you gaze over the beautiful vista toward the East.

Photo by Author/Overlook at Lansing, IA

We walked through the steep downtown historic main street. Even on this Sunday, most stores were open and having sidewalk “clearance” sales, getting ready for winter. There was an old-fashioned hardware store for nostalgia, as well as gift stores and boutiques.

The air was cool and crisp. We strolled into a local hangout that served as a bar and pizza place. Wooden high-back booths that were decades old welcomed us and a busy bartender and one waitress were the total of the staff, and they never stopped running! The pizza was amazingly good, and the crowd was bustling and hurrying in and out just as we were, wanting to get back to the drive.

“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.” Unknown

Like the falling leaves, we drifted back to our car and headed for the century-old bridge that spans the river. It is a metal arch…

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Jim Parton

Retired Teacher and Funeral Celebrant. The gay and married dad of three grown children. I have always been fascinated by the human condition. Come read with me.