Unfortunately, there is a stretch of Interstate-65 between Indianapolis and Chicago which makes me feel like I am smack dab in the middle of one of Stephen King's novels. I have traveled this stretch of road many times, and it never gets less creepy.
Honestly, it's Indiana. From the interstate I shouldn't see much more than corn, soybeans, farmhouses, and barns. Yet, at somewhere around Exit 200, something odd shows up on the horizon, and the creepy crawlies go skittering up my spine.
"What could possibly be setting Christine's heart to thumping?" you ask.
Giant, alien-like windmills.
Lots and lots of giant, alien-like windmills.
No exaggeration, these things go on for miles and miles.
It honestly feels like an alien invasion.
It's bad enough when there's no wind and the windmills are still, but when they are moving, all slow and methodical and calm...shivers!
I tried to get some photos to give you some idea of the hugeness of these things,
but, they're in the middle of Indiana farmland. Everything but a chicken looks big next to a soybean plant.
This last photo has been zoomed way in so you can almost see the grain bins next to the windmill. Grain bins are approximately 125 feet tall. Look how much bigger the windmill behind it is!
They're HUGE I tell you!
And when I say they go on for miles and miles, I mean miles in all directions. Miles along the freeway, and as far as the eye can see to the east and to the west.
I am all for eco-friendly.
I recycle. I compost. I have an organic garden. I dry laundry on the line. I raise my own pigs for meat, for Pete's sake!
I am going on record as saying I am completely opposed to wind-power if this is what it looks like.
Maybe if the windmills looked more like the whimsical variety of Holland I could get on the bandwagon.
These at least add to the landscape. Eco-friendly shouldn't simply mean a "friendly" way of acquiring energy. Aesthetics need to play a part, too.
Thirty years ago I saw the movie "Children of the Corn", and for over two decades afterwards I was scared to death of cornfields.
I've lived in the middle of 200 acres of corn for 8 years now, and I can finally say I find cornfields to be pretty.
I don't want to have to go back to being afraid of cornfields. Please, Energy-makers, don't make me.
|The beginning of the end for Stephen King and me.|
Can you say, "Malachi"?
Have a lovely day!