Hampton Inn Oklahoma City / Quail Springs
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Omg! Rain! We made camp with seconds to spare as bands of rain rolled in. We did some fishing and football between a couple of bands. Made some tasty hotdogs and buggers over the coals and then ducked into the tent for ghost stories. We will never forget about the birthday girl Sandra who tormented us in our tent all night ...
Welcome to Oklahoma! First stop on our adventure, Two Frogs Resturant, for frog legs and chicken toes! Num num! Headed to Oklahoma City for our stay overnight, and catching an OKC vs LA clippers game! Three excited boys always makes Jeff and I happy! Tomorrow a new adventure will unfold with our 9am departure to Branson MO. Camping here we come! To be ...
... dishes. I am not sure why I am looking forward to washing dishes and decide it has something to do with feeling like I am joining civilization once again.
"Uh, John. There is no hot water. Did we turn on the water heater? " I inquire.
"Yes," is the reply.
"Well, I do not have hot water." I fill a pan with very icy water and light the stove, determined to do my dishes. ...
... also spoke about living from here (in the now) and not from there (where you hope to be). The need is met in the seed you plant. The widow was blessed with continuing food despite being down to her last. The miracle of her son's resurrection came as a result of living in the here not there. It was good to be there.
Taxi back to the hotel - walked across to TGI Fridays for dinner, back to hotel and settled in for what we hoped to be a good night.
... is one such place. It is small, prosperous, and proud. We stayed in the Wagon Wheel Motel, pristine, cozy, in continuous operation since 1926. Imagine the stories! Can't stay though, it wouldn't be a road trip, would it? So, there is that tension of wanting to stay, wanting to go. Some, like Cuba, become places to visit in my mind. Others will stay with me, but not because I'd like to stay. Tucumcari, New Mexico is, perhaps, the saddest town I've ...