Today we left the west coast of Arkansas, crossed Oklahoma into Texas and wound up in Amarillo for the night. Along the way we stopped in Oklahoma city so Deke and Teddy could tour the memorial and museum of the 1995 bombing of the Murrah Federal Building. I've seen it, so I watched Avon. Held on to him, actually, because dogs aren't allowed in the memorial, and he was convinced that Deke was abandoning him so he wouldn't budge. Rather than have the authorities come after me for dragging a dog along the sidewalk, we mostly sat in the shade, where I think it was 98 degrees.
Back on the road, we drove through vast stretches of farm and ranchland, punctuated by occasional herds of cattle, pumping oil wells, and a couple of wind farms. The trees got smaller and sparser, and by Texas had nearly disappeared altogether, There's plenty of water, though, as the lakes and reservoirs are all topped out, and in a couple of places looked like they could spill over onto the highway in another heavy rain.
Tonight we passed on the 72-ounce steak advertised by a restaurant near our hotel (eat the whole thing in one hour and it's free), and headed downtown for Mexican. Good choice.
Deke's posted a few pictures to Instagram,