Summer 2016 – Day 14, Oklahoma to Arkansas

I thought that western Oklahoma was beautiful. Early morning riding down a two-lane US highway, with farms and ranches extending as far as the eye could see, from horizon to horizon. I passed a farm with round bales of hay in the fields, hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of them. I passed a truck hauling a base for a wind generator, then a convoy of trucks moving a combine to another farm for harvest. The first truck hauled the combine, sans tires. The next was a flatbed hauling the tires. The third was the rolling repair shop. The next hauled a mobile home for the crew. Everything is big out here. Big machines, big farms, big distances. Stopped in Slapout, OK for gas. Population 8. Slapout was about the only thing that was not big.
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Summer 2016 – Day 13, Colorado to Oklahoma

I began the day by backtracking a few miles in US 50. No sooner was I out of town than traffic came to a complete stop in both directions. There were cattle in the road. I don’t know if this cattle drive was intentional not. Regardless, there were cowboys on horses trying to keep the cattle together. These bulls looked like they had been fed a steady diet of steroids. Several passed me on the shoulder and one looked like he was giving me the evil eye. “Just move along” I thought to myself, “there’s nothing to see here”.
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