Leaving Missouri, our AAA Triptik (not the good old-fashioned kind that you flipped through going from map to map and was held together with a spiral binding - now they only make the kind you have to print off the computer) routed us directly to Oklahoma. But since we were less than a mile from the Kansas border, Steve felt very strongly about our taking a detour and adding another state to our road atlas. (I felt cheap - like I was cheating on my Triptik, but I went along for the ride, so to speak.) (Though I must say, it was worth it to see Mac 'n' Cheese pizza.) (Cannot wait to show that one to Drew!)
I now understand why most of the land that the United States gave back to the Native Americans is in Oklahoma. No one would buy it. They had to give it away. 104 degrees and humid. Six hours of the ugliest continuous landscape I've ever seen. I'm not sure what was worse - the view or six hours of the theme song.
The Texas panhandle isn't much to shake a stick at either. And there's literally nothing as far as the eye can see. (But at least there isn't a Broadway song that goes with it.)
I must say, even though it was hot and humid, and long, and pretty ugly, we are actually having a really great time. It's been quite an adventure seeing what lies between hither and yon. (And a really good audio book doesn't hurt either!)
And then we saw it. The most beautiful sight so far - just west of Texola, Oklahoma, at the Texas border, a road sign with the most beautiful word on the bottom...
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