Miracle of Miracles!

I had a strong feeling this morning that Wanch (the motor home) would start this morning despite all the dire predictions that most likely we would have to have it jumped at the very least and perhaps towed to the nearest Ford garage to have a new starter put in. My belief is that the camper wanted to get as far south as possible and nothing baring the worst that Mother Nature could throw at us would stop it from starting. I was right! Gut feelings prevailed and the beautiful camper started up and said "Lets get out of this freezing cold" We left in the 12 below zero (without wind chill figured it) sunshine and headed south from north of Des Moines and passed an area that was straight out of the Chronicles of Narnia with the Ice Queen ruling over a crystal forest. Unfortunately, that ice forest extended down to the highways and there were once again cars, trucks, etc belly up, nose up, rear up all over the freeway. We slowly crept through that area but delighted in the beauty of the trees encased in crystal once again. We traveled through Mn, Missouri and finally into Kansas where we are settled in for the night somewhere called Andover near Wichita. We drove through land that not even cattle live in. Barren. I felt like Dorothy wanting desperately to be in the Emerald City of OZ. No wonder tornadoes sweep through the barren landscape. Regardless it has its own beauty.