Photos: Route 66, Day Three (The Oklahoma Adventure)

Not only do I have my own road in Oklahoma City, but I also have my own lake, a lake apparently so awesome that it had its own parkway named after the lake named after me.

Clearly, my influence is spreading faster than I thought. When do I get sexy, sexy minions?

( The awesomeness that is Claremore, OK, and the blahness that is the rest of Oklahoma... )

From that point on, though, things were never quite as joyous as they were on that first day, nosebleed and all. But then, I suppose it couldn't have lasted long anyway. Too bad Texas wouldn't prove to be much of an improvement, which in retrospect was probably as much my fault as it was Texas,' but I'll get to that in the next post.

Photos: Route 66, Day Four (the Texas panhandle failure to Tucumcari, NM)

Lookit, guys! They even have rotary phones!

( The wasted opportunities along the Texas wasteland )

It was a fine place to reflect upon the last day and a half, to get back up the courage and sense of adventure for the trip ahead. But the real turning point, the real kicker that would remind me why I set off to do this in first place, would come the next day, over in Santa Rosa, NM. This one's so big, it'll require its own post. Be warned, though: only a handful will probably understand just why.