This is why my Peeps left it up to me to tell you about today.
And it was another good day to be Daisy! Actually, most days are good days if you're a Jack Russell Terrier, but if you like road trips as much as I do, today was the jackpot. Over 450 miles! Right after we left Ft. Smith Arkansas, we crossed over into Oklahoma:
Dad seemed pretty excited about this. Turns out that for a long time, Oklahoma was the only one of 50 states that he hadn't been in. So I guess today was kind of a bucket list item for him. But strangely enough, 300+ miles later, he seemed at least as excited to be leaving Oklahoma. Go figure ....
Oklahoma was pretty much like you'd expect: hot, dry, pretty flat. Nice for driving, but there's probably a reason why people don't complain about the Memorial Day traffic jams in Oklahoma.
But for those of you who think we only take pictures of fossil-fired power plants, we did see a lot of windmills:
For me, the best part of the day was when we stopped in the Cherokee Nation so Mom & Dad could have lunch. After lunch, they let me go buffalo riding:
Finally, we made it into the panhandle of Texas. I guess you could say that Oklahoma was OK!!! ... uhhh ... meh.
We stopped for a break, and saw another Jack Russell Terrier named Scout, perhaps a cousin or something. But as you can see, Scout had obviously been malnourished, and was waaaay underweight. Her peeps ought to be feeding her more kibble, and maybe chicken or even bacon. Especially bacon! Mmmmmm, bacon ..... but I digress ...
We stopped for a break, and saw another Jack Russell Terrier named Scout, perhaps a cousin or something. But as you can see, Scout had obviously been malnourished, and was waaaay underweight. Her peeps ought to be feeding her more kibble, and maybe chicken or even bacon. Especially bacon! Mmmmmm, bacon ..... but I digress ...
After 25 or 30 miles into Texas, we saw this sign that made us think that either we had headed east by accident, or had overshot our exit and ended up circumnavigating the globe:
So in late afternoon we were pulling into Amarillo. Dad found his Song of the Day, this time an early one from Bob Dylan with the Band called "I Shall Be Released". (He says the covers by Joan Baez and Bette Midler are also shiver-inducing.) Anyway, with the late afternoon sun ahead of us, and the volume cranked up high, the chorus goes:
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
So the song wraps up, and we pull into Amarillo. You know how yesterday we said that Ft. Smith was 90 degrees and 90% humidity? Well, it's sorta like that here, except that the second 90 refers to wind speed instead of humidity. One of my dinner bowls blew off halfway across the parking lot -- losing that would have been a catastrophe!
More reader questions! I've been asked what my favorite place name was. For the first couple of days, it was a tossup between French Broad River and Pigeon Forge, both in the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. But when we were in Arkansas and passed by Toad Suck State Park (and I am so not making that up), I knew I'd found my personal favorite! Anyone got anything to top that?
And also a question from Margaret J. in Cerrillos NM, who asks if I'm planning to get a rattlesnake vaccination once I'm in New Mexico. I'm thinking not; the reptiles will just have to take their chances with me!
Well, it's late and this doggy's a tired pup. 'Nite all. Next stop, Santa Fe, where we're told there's a home waiting for us.
Daisy Jones-Klein, a.k.a. She who must not be named
