Days without rain gear - 15
Today's pre-dawn departure from Elk City allowed us to witness an incredible sunrise. The partly overcast skies kept it cool most of the morning, but dry in spite of some dark clouds rolling in and out.
We were most assuredly out of ranch country and into farm country. Wide expanses of hay, alfalfa, and freshly plowed land made it clear what business was king around here. Although, Oklahoma does have more oil and oil processing than Texas.
Before I go any further, I must give kudos (BIG kudos) to Oklahoma. So far, they are the undisputed top caretakers of Route 66. The Oklahoma segment has two major assets previously unseen together...1) The road is in very good shape. 2) They have signs telling you which way to go!
On our way to Oklahoma City, there were a variety of small towns. Two of which were called Canada Valley and Yukon...I wonder from where their founding fathers came! By the way, Yukon is the childhood home of Garth Brooks.
Approaching OKC the skies began to blacken and it seemed a big storm was brewing in front of us. Since we had just seen Harley World, the OKC H-D dealer, we figured it would be as good a place as any to wait out the rains.
The dealer had just opened when we arrived so we helped ourselves to the fresh coffee, looked around, talked to some folks and watched the weather channel in the lounge. The rain never materialized, at least where we were. But, northeast of us, they got one hell of a soaking. One spot got three inches of rain in four hours. The worrisome part was that the rain was exactly where we were headed. By 10:00 a.m. it cleared enough for us to continue on.
Back on 66 we began to see the things we expected to see along the "Mother Road". Not having Nancy as our photographer meant it was up to me to try to take pictures while riding. Needless to say, I missed a lot.
Station Motorcycle Museum. A great collection of vintage bikes, dating back to 1908, were lined up along the interior walls of the former filling station, originally opened the early 1920's. Juju even found
But before we left, the owner directed us to the building around back. They claim it is the first outhouse, west of the
|Two seats...no waiting!|
Heading toward Tulsa, we came through Davenport. Since it was now lunchtime, we began looking for "one of those places" you would expect to find on Old Route 66. And darn if it wasn't there! In another former filling station, the Early Bird Cafe was in front of us as we rounded a bend.
|The Early Bird Cafe|
Motoring on down the road, we crossed into Missouri and pulled into our hotel in Joplin. Tomorrow, we'll find out if Oklahoma retains its superior caretaker status, or if Missouri can do better.