A slow internet connection has been causing these posts to run into each other. But I imagine thanks should be given for any service in the Ozarks or the windmill ladened plains of Oklahoma. The endless road has given my mind much time to daydream. That can be a bad thing. I usually create ideas in there that cost money. Charles Kuralt was right. The interstate system has provided us with the ability to cross the country, seeing absolutely nothing. I thought it a good time to get back on the two laners and Route 66 provided the escape. We saw a big round red barn, poverty in the Bibile Belt, art deco filling stations, and Pop, a drive in that offers over 500 kinds of “soda pop”. I was in nostalgic heaven. I’ll be back this way again with my friend Jay. But the next time we’ll be doing it on bikes, and make the stops more often. The mother road through Oklahoma and into the Ozarks offered eye candy piquing our interests by the minute. The slow pace save about 3 miles per gallon. Sure, it may have taken a few extra hours but the trade off was memories forever. The end came too soon, having to head south again to reach I-40 as our destination is #2 child and a weekend of nurturing.