Yesterday was spent mostly on the road, some of it very rough, especially through Oklahoma City. But we made a stop for gas before we left Texas at the Alanreed Travel Center. If you're picturing a Pilot or Flying J or the I-80 truck stop, forget it. This place is on Route 66, which parallels I-40 through here. It is not new. It is not big. But I think it has more stuff than any Wal-mart. If you are looking for a large stuffed M&M, a coffee mug with a gun grip handle, pickled garlic, a Texas wine, or need to mail a letter, this is your spot. You might need a map to find your way around the winding, narrow aisles to the restrooms. In honor of St. Patrick's Day, a lovely CD of Irish music was playing. When I walked in, the selection was one of my all-time favorites going back to Girl Scout camp in fifth grade-"The Ash Grove." It's actually Welsh, but I wasn't complaining. There is also an RV park and a motel there. Check out their website.
Shortly after, we passed by appropriately for the day, Shamrock, Texas. Soon we were in Oklahoma where the wind really was "Sweeping down the plains." As I said, the road through Oklahoma City was one of the roughest we've been on, but we finally made it to a campground outside of Chandler, OK. Today, Missouri; tomorrow Iowa.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.