Final lines of the day were the rows and rows of cornstalks and other rows of produce as I drove from Chicago to Dubuque, Iowa. Stunning scenery, absolutely stunning. Trees in blazes of colors; small towns with kids walking home from school and houses already draped in fake cobwebs. I would not have missed this for all the lines in the world.
I will post soon about the books, I promise. In the meantime, I am loving being in a new state (for me, that is) and seeing all the sites.
ETA: Here is a lovely viewof the Mississippi from my hotel room: