So I’m in Poplar Grove, Illinois, visiting my beloved cousin while she goes through her last “bad” round of chemo. A “bad” round is when they give you more than one “flavor” of chemo at a time. She’s been getting three. I talked to this this other guy (since I can’t help but talk to everyone around me) and he was taking SEVEN “flavors” at the same time. It’s a heck of thing to me that doctors still know so very little about cancer. Fix this, dammit.
On the way here we drove through pretty much the entire state of Indiana. My heart was in my throat when I saw this entire field of windmills. It wasn’t just a field. It was acres and acres and acres of windmills. Mom and I exclaimed. We marveled. We took pictures that do nothing to convey the sheer awesomeness of this sight. But here they are.
They are huge and imposing and beautiful, and they represent an effort that is about saving the world, not destroying it.
Look closely. They go on forever.
This is probably the best shot. See how pretty they are?
We were on route 70, I think, when we passed this way, so I’m thinking that this is Benton County Wind Farm. Not sure. But the wind farms all over Indiana sell power to Duke Power – the main power company in Indiana. Beautiful. A power company that will buy wind energy to distribute to its customers? That’s great. I wonder how they charge the end user. We know it is super good for the environment. Read about Indiana wind power here.
Stay tuned for a post about two of the sweetest cats ever – Andy and Candy. They have cerebellar hypoplasia. And the hilarity ensues.