The Mississippi River Again – Wisconsin and Iowa

On August 9, we moved to ​James N. Mcnally Campground in Grantsburg, Wisconsin.  That week, we got to visit the Zens.  Mr. Jon is a Christian and writes books about the Bible.  His wife, Miss Dotty, painted our faces or arms.  She is very skilled at art, and she actually illustrated some books with her paintings.  We enjoyed spending time eating and talking with the Zens that day.

On August 16, we moved to Little Bear Campground in West Liberty, Iowa.  Driving through the area where a derecho (a very bad storm with high wind speeds that is like a hurricane) had hit earlier that week, we saw a lot of damage.  Trees were knocked down, crops of corn looked stripped, tall plants were bending in one direction, and RV’s and houses were damaged.

On the way to the RV park, we stopped at a visitor center for Mississippi National River and Recreation Area and Saint Croix National Scenic Riverway in Prescott, Wisconsin.  The visitor center was where the Saint Croix and Mississippi merge to make the Mississippi river.  The river was full of boats, and some areas looked like a traffic jam, except on the water.

There was a program at the park with “Bruce the Bug Guy,” where he showed us bugs that he kept, such as moths, millipedes, and cockroaches.  I didn’t watch the entire show because I couldn’t stand to see the condition the moths were in, but everyone else watched the whole thing and got to see and hold the millipedes and cockroaches.  The moths were very pretty, with vibrant red bodies and legs, and mostly black and reed wings.  In order to keep them from flying away, they were kept in a cooler with ice, in what looked like small wax paper bags. This caused their muscles to not work, so that little kids could hold them.  The one I was given had wings that were torn.  Even after I warmed it up, it couldn’t stand, and it couldn’t lift its wings.  In fact, I thought it was dying.  I tried to allow it to stand on my finger, but after struggling to do so, it flopped back down into my hand, its scales rubbing off.  I felt really bad for it.  On the other hand, it was really cool to see the moths.  The moths in the pictures below that seem to be in good condition are different moths, and I think they were males, unlike the one I was holding.