Day 28: OK by U

The alarm sounded early, since my cof­fee date was ear­lier than I usu­ally get mov­ing. I got ready and found the Flying Star Cafe, the place Dana had sug­gested. I’d only seen a cou­ple of older pho­tos, but I was sure the blonde with the tall black boots in front of me in line was Dana, and I was right. We sat and chat­ted for about an hour, me giv­ing a short recap of the adven­ture I’d been on thus far, and Dana giv­ing me tips on places to visit before leav­ing town.

She had a class to teach, so our encounter was all-too-brief, but I’m always glad to hang out face-to-face with peo­ple I’ve “known” for years online, espe­cially some­one so … well, “viva­cious” is the most appro­pri­ate word that comes to mind. We said our good­byes, and I headed back to the Motel 6 to pack my things.

I’d been get­ting more and more tired as the trip wore on, and I was in kind of a hurry to get home, so I ambi­tiously set Oklahoma City as my des­ti­na­tion for the night, a good eight hours or so away. I stopped at Golden Crown Panaderia, another bak­ery (notice a trend?) that came highly rec­om­mended. I’m a sucker for pump­kin empanadas, and bought two to go along with the loaf of green chile bread that was the rea­son for my visit.

Suitably armed with baked goods, I gassed up and began the long drive toward Amarillo, where I stopped long enough to see the cir­cus that is the Big Texan Steak Ranch, home of the 72-ounce eat-it-in-an-hour-and-it’s-free steak, before decid­ing that I’d been eat­ing enough beef lately, opt­ing for a pretty tasty turkey sand­wich at a nearby deli.

The only things of inter­est along the drive to Oklahoma City at that time of day were the other giant cross in Groom, Texas, after which the one in Effingham was mod­eled (I think):

Giant cross in Groom, Texas

Giant cross in Groom, Texas

Near the giant cross was this lean­ing water tower:

Leaning water tower

Leaning water tower

The next three hours were spent lis­ten­ing to old episodes of Beer School and dri­ving through the cool Texas night, before arriv­ing at yet another Motel 6, my last hotel of the trip, where I had trou­ble sleeping.

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