But in addition to how nice the people are, what you might not expect is how beautiful Iowa is. We stayed on US 30 for just a short way, then switched to state road 44 through lush rolling green hills.
The city was named to honor John James Audubon the ornithologist, artist, and painter.
There were numerous mosaics in the park and along the sidewalk in town.
And my favorite, puffins.
We also took a run over to the nearby Danish town of Elk Horn.
Built in Denmark in 1848, this 60-foot windmill was shipped to Elk Horn and reassembled in 1976. Over 300 volunteers helped restore it to its original working condition.
This house is supposedly an authentic reproduction of a 900 AD viking home. Ron and I were skeptical that they had the technology to saw boards that long ago.
Here he is in Viking garb. That helmet alone weighed a ton.