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…
From our last ride. Additional posts to follow in the coming week.
For all my romanticized prose about her, oftentimes traveling on what remains of 66 breaks my heart. Seeing the last remnants, dilapidated, renamed, partially hidden, like one of the classic cars…
Like previous posts (here), this entry is an edited excerpt from my road journal. Forgive in advance its erratic nature. Is the desire to go westward innate in Americans? Has…
“What is a drive in?” E asked when she found out what our adventure for the evening would be. I tried to explain but the concept was a little too…
There are places in this world endued with magic. Some are imposing edifices, others are hardly trodden hinterland, but of the most magical to me are those places deeply woven…
Early pink tinted light was just beginning to pour into the room when I rolled over and stared at the glowing face of the clock. 6:37 am. I wanted to…
If you take the flat ride west across the northern section of Oklahoma along Highway 412, just before you reach the panhandle chop hills suddenly appear, low red dirt mesas…
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