Oklahoma is pretty, but hot. Really hot. And it's only going to get hotter. We stopped for 'lunch' by the Trading Post and really we just went to the trading post. I bought a t-shirt that says "Oklahoma" and then "The Last Best Place to Live". This is funny to me. Because my sense of humor is borderline infantile. Okay ninety percent infantile. Poop is also funny, but that's just the way it is. Word is we're traveling toward some ridiculous storms and shit, which sounds like a shit ton of fun, but also could be scary. Are southern US storms much different than North Eastern US Storms? Good question me.
Anyway, lunch was not lunch at all, considering none of us ate. We just shopped in the little Trading Post and then got back in the car and had a drink. They had slimfast, and i had a Capri Sun. That's always awesome. But yeah, We're stopping a lot less today and we've been on the road almost 7 hours or so and are about 400 miles out. And on our way to Amarillo, and then Albuquerque. We're still expecting another 8 or 9 hours of driving... or at least i am. We already booked a hotel for the night.
i'm also trying to cope with the windstorm that is being in eds backseat with the windows both open. I think we just hit Elk City. For some reason Oklahoma likes to tell you what famous person this is the hometown of. One city was Carrie Underwoods, this last one said that this was the hometown of some Astronaut i've never heard of. But good for him being an astronaut. And hey look the ground is becoming more and more deserty looking and then back to grass and stuff, but then more red and whatever. Pretty fun to watch the countryside turn into the desert.
and back to the windtunnel and batling anything light enough to be taken by it.
so i leave you with a quote from ed, " Windmills, Windmills, Fuckin'-- Windmills!"
-Ryan
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