It only took 3 hours or so to travel from Savage, MN to Forest City, IA but since I had an appointment for service with a place to park the RV with all the services, I wasn’t too worried about what time I arrived. One thing that was a bit strange was that at the Savage RV park I couldn’t find my umbilical electrical cord connecting the RV to the car as I was preparing to leave. Hmmm, where did I put that? I just couldn’t find it, and I couldn’t remember from the previous week whether I’d unhooked it and put it away, or where I might have put it. Usually I just toss it into the car’s trunk, but nope, not there. I wasn’t even sure if I’d put it away when I’d detached the car or just left it dangling there on the RV plugged in. Or put it on top of the electrical power tower next to my RV.
Ok, so I’ll just drive for 3 hours without brake lights on my towed car. Not too worried about it as I felt I’d just stowed the umbilical somewhere strange in the RV and that I’d find it later. And also, my RV has the brake lights up high on the back of the RV, so people following me would see them even if the car didn’t have any brake lights. Well, anyway, off I went heading due south.
Most of the countryside along the route looked liked this. At least until I turned off the freeway and onto a 2 lane road heading to Forest City.
One of several small towns the road passes through after I left the freeway. Or it may be Forest City. Not sure.
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And a shot of some of the rest of the park. 
This old building was something once, power house maybe? I don’t remember. It’s a restaurant now. 
And here’s the Missouri River. I dropped the camera and wasn’t going to dive for it while driving so this is the only shot I got. Didn’t see an appropriate place to pull over either.

And then I remembered why I’d stayed in Ogallala for an extra night. To let this storm pass over the areas I planned on driving. My planning saw that I missed this storm by one day, and it had passed to the north of Ogallala so I’d not noticed any poor weather from it. There was snow on the crest of nearly every hill I drove over in the drainage ditches and alongside the road but always on the north slopes except one spot where it was so thick, there was still snow on both sides of the road. And these aren’t mountains by any stretch of the imagination.
Here’s the outside temp as I passed one of the snow piles. The storm was the last gasp of winter in this area. 
I was able to find a parking space just across the street from where the Riverwalk starts so that was nice. And here’s a few pictures of the 

It was dinner time and looking through the hole in the wall the waiters use to access the bar, you can see the cafe was packed. Everyone is clothed…no nudes in a cafe.

