The GPS wanted us to travel north on I-29, but I had already planned on using 71, which is pretty much of a straight shot to where we were going. Besides, portions of I-29 are under water in Iowa. I wanted to take a little side trip to Guss; although I was very young, I have fond memories of the place and the people who lived there. I've mentioned all this before, as well as the trip I took there in the mid-nineties with my nephew, his wife, and my mother.
Guss, 1912 (found on the Internet)Guss is not really a town at all, although it's listed on some maps. Our GPS had never heard of it, so I crawled the Internet to find out how to get there. The Methodist Church, which was just up the road from our house, is still alive and well; so when I found directions to that, I knew I had it made. My confidence that we were on the right road was boosted when we saw this sign:
Edgar, Blanche, and their son Gail lived next door to the store. Blanche was a wonderful housekeeper and there was never anything out of place in her home.
My next entry will be a walk around the Guss cemetery. These little glimpses into my childhood are probably boring to most of my readers, but I promise that after I'm done with them and get back to the actual camping trip, you will be entertained.