Texas turbines and fields of cotton. The cotton blew up into the rest area, so we could touch it. It was just like cotton from a bag at the store.

Oklahoma struck me as overly manicured. A tricky place to understand. Unwanted, Native Americans were dumped in Oklahoma. There’s a frustration in the earth there.

Many little urban lakes in Oklahoma City.

Bricktown is the name for the central urban area in Oklahoma City.

It was not easy to drive in Oklahoma City and everywhere there was construction that did not appear to be well-planned. On foot or in a vehicle, it was very difficult to know what you were to meant to do to get around the construction.

Dan and his daughter reflections at a Christmas fair in support of local businesses in downtown Oklahoma City.

We made a side excursion to Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, now a suburb of Tulsa, to see the house where my mother grew up.

We left Oklahoma with a new mascot for the truck: a carved elephant from Sri Lanka from Dan’s oldest son who is a Buddhist monk in Oklahoma City. On the left is one of the falcon hoods from Dan’s friend Andrew Barnes who grew up in Rhodesia and passed away over a year ago.

We rented a U-Haul to transport Dan’s motorcycle, Stella Grey, from storage in Oklahoma City to Charlotte.

Our journey from Albuquerque to Oklahoma City to Natchez.