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Iowa I thought was a great peaceful place. I was very wrong, and I didn’t find out until I was awakened at 3 AM to the sounds of a wild horde of mongrels. I should have realized that we were not welcomed at that particular camping site when a gang of motorcyclists road through and glared at us as we set up camp. There was some sort of “party” going on.
