No agenda. No schedule. No dogs. No speeding. I had no reason not to take the scenic route. It was time I became better acquainted with the section of highway between Dallas and Fayetteville. That stretch between hell and heaven I consider boring and monotonous.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…
Indian Territory Museum, Caddo, Ok |
Caddo Ok Church |
Cimmaron Cellars Grapes |
Atoka, Ok |
Oklahoma Fruitstand Man |
Stringtown Cemetery |
Eufaula, Ok |
The exclamation point to my drive, dinner and a wild card game of War with my father-in-law. A recent widower, he’s just sitting, going through the motions, waiting, trying to cope. Once again I am reminded life is fleeting.
I arrived in Fayetteville well after dark yet relaxed and at ease after my hayseed tour of Route 69. Plus I bonded a bit with those Sooners.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Very nice Talya! Maybe I won’t just stay home in my slippers today…
Thanks Paula. (It was COLD this morning in my little Fayetteville house…) lol
Relaxing read on this very cool Saturday moring. Enjoy your week!
Thanks I’m excited!
Great read, I cant believe you went to Atoka.
wow a comment from Chip Lloyd:)) yes I’m tight with Atoka.
That was a very interesting travel log! I love taking back roads when time is not an issue. Have a great week!
Good one, Talya. I like those less traveled roads. I seldom take the interstate or by-pass highways (unless in a hurry). I built (with a turn of a knob and a flick of the ignite button) fires in the living room and bedroom fireplaces. It is COLD in this old house! Didn’t Staci quote Robert Frost in her salutatorian speech at the ‘Crest?
Really? You remember Staci’s speech? I have no idea…
Ah, thanks for combining the only Robert Frost poem I recollect with Bacon, it really is your friend! Very Nice column!
Haha this comment truly made me LOL.
I would have given hard-earned (OK, pension, but still hard-earned)money for those Fostoria tea glasses in one of your pictures. But…where would I put them? My crystal cabinet is already full. Maybe in Eureka Springs I can find a piece or two.
You passed on freshly baked buttermilk biscuits? My god, woman. You’re a machine or something. I’d still be there, going, “No, really, I’ve had…well, OK, just the ONE more, but then I really must be going…”
haha you crack me up!