Captain’s Entry
It wasn’t
too bad typing while we were traveling yesterday because the roads were fairly
good, and I have a desk in front of the passenger seat for the laptop computer.
Today, bumpy doesn’t begin to describe the road conditions in Oklahoma. It was
frightening to drive over such cracked and pot-holed highways (Rt. 35 South).
Even the few and far between rest stops had despicable entrance and exit ramps!
So far on
our map, Frank has crossed off Arkansas, Wisconsin, and Oklahoma as states we
hope never to travel through again. No kidding, typing while moving would have
been impossible today. Luckily we’re in by two o’clock again today having
traveled 280 miles or so since 8 am. It’s nice to have some time to relax,
write blogs and vegetate.
Yesterday
morning a big storm played havoc with the campground where we were headed for
the night. There were limbs down and ripped billboard signs along with minor
things like overturned grills next to some of the RV’s. As we walked the dogs
this morning, we noticed not one, but two storm shelters. They are basically
small rooms dug into the earth with cement on top and a square door with a
strong latch.
The woman
who owns the park said several people came into the clubhouse during the storm,
but it wasn’t a tornado-strength storm, just very windy. I opened one of the
underground shelters expecting to see benches to sit on while riding out a
storm. No benches. I think you could possibly squeeze maybe a dozen people into
this standing-room only space.
The clubhouse
here is very new as is the rest of the park, so Frank surmised there might be a
new Oklahoma law mandating storm shelters in all new mobile home/rv parks.
Anyway, both of these looked brand new and the door latch would keep out the
fiercest wind. I’m just glad we haven’t had any of that type of excitement on this
trip.
When we made
our reservation for tonight at Cowtown RV Park, the guy told Frank our 100-foot-long
spot would easily accommodate both our rig and our “toad.” We both decided it’s
time we accepted the truth of that old saw, “everything’s bigger in Texas.” We
figure a 60-foot spot would be classed a small one here in the Lone Star State.
By the way,
did you know Texas is the only state that was a country before joining the
union? Yep, Pardner, that’s a fact! While fighting for its independence from
Mexico, Texas flew a flag with one star as opposed to all the stars shown on
the United States’ flag. No wonder Texans shout Yee Haw on the ski slopes of
Colorado, and I assume elsewhere. They’re just crowing about their gol-derned, giant
once-upon-a-time-a-country state!
Tomorrow the
National Cowgirl Hall of Fame and Museum is closed, so we’ll be visiting on
Tuesday. Our plan is to leave Fort Worth on Thursday morning and take off for
New Mexico. We’ve yet to plan our route, but Phoenix is getting closer all the
time (I can feel the heat). We’re getting ready to face Phoenix by hanging out
in 95 degree Texas. I can hardly wait for the sun to go down!
End Captain's Log
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