Oklahoma City: A place to pass through.

We woke up outside a well-stocked Walmart. The sound of trucks and trains did not stop during the night. It was what some folks would call “loud,” but I was pacified. Sound sleep. Kristin reported the same. When you’re not spending money to sleep, you don’t feel like anybody owes you silence.

Instant coffee: if it’s good enough for somebody, it’s good enough for me. The jingle from my childhood finally worked. It took persistence, but they finally got some Folgers in my cup.

We stopped in Oklahoma City. We went to a dog park where you could land jets inside the fence. It had its own zip code. The mayor is a dog.

We found a place that knows how to make a sandwich, so we split the proceeds. I asked the counter person about living in town, and was surprised to be regaled with accolades. (But he'd still leave if he could.) What I thought was a flat hot fart in the desert turned out to have redeeming qualities. The block we were on had hip businesses - young owners with proper politics. There’s at least one positive enclave in that city, and maybe more if you take time to look.

We opted to head west instead.

Here is where we slept: 35.366501, -99.416043

Here is what we saw: