Mid-August in Oklahoma hardly comes in the low eighties and seventies but so have come these days with nights in the sixties, fall cool, it feels like October. They blame El…
We had, for about three hours solid, hacked, cut, sawed, and viciously macheted our way through the over grown briars and thorny brambles (or as I like to call them…
My fascination with old garages and gas stations has been with me since I was a little girl, for no concrete reason beyond the fact that the scent of years…
My hands are blistered, my back aches, my legs and feet were screaming for days, and at some point I think I mildly strained my forearms, but I am blissfully…
“Claudy! This is the 66 road!” E gets excited lately whenever she sees a Route 66 sign and she knows the segments of it we’re on regularly by heart. Apparently my…
After the soothing warmth of coffee ordered with lunch, not because I wanted any, but because it was hot, and bundling in every stitch of gear we had available, the…
To say that the Indian Meridian Road leading to and becoming the main street of the ghost town of Meridian is worse for wear would be a vast understatement. We…
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