We don't have mountains here in Oklahoma, but today the sun rose over some "cloud mountains" as I was driving to Afton Station. I shot this picture as I was leaving Tulsa on Route 66.
The operative word here is "sun". Since the weather looked promising today, I hoped my day would be filled with travelers who had come out of hibernation. And my hope was fulfilled. It was a very good day at the Station.
Betty was my first visitor. She came by on her way to church to bring me a another pound of that Amish churned butter she gets in Choteau when she goes there to visit her son. I love that woman! Thank you, Betty.
The wind was pretty strong today, and moments after I put out my wooden OPEN sign, it blew over and broke into three pieces. I couldn't find the electric drill, so it hasn't been fixed yet. When I checked the restroom, there was a sizeable puddle on the floor and a new leak sprung in the ceiling. I'm counting on the ceiling not falling down any time soon. :-) Ok, enough tales of woe from me...
I had 21 visitors today. First came a young couple from Switzerland, followed by a long-haul trucker from Minnesota who was hauling a load of Whitmore Greasers. Do you know what they are? I didn't, but he told me all about them. Whitmore Group to Market New Rail Grease Using Catalyzed Materials From Platinum Research Organization | Market Wire | Find A... Well, I found it (sort of) interesting.... LOL!
A couple from North Carolina stopped on their way to a Porsche show in Albuquerque. A couple from York (U.K.) visited for the second time. The last time they were at Afton Station was three years ago. They were doing Route 66 east-to-west then, but this time they were trying a west-to-east trip, which they were finding a lot more difficult. Some local folks dropped in (Pryor, Vinita, Afton) and then came two young guys from Dallas returning from a rockabilly concert in Missouri. They were dressed totally in '50s "greaser" garb, with sideburns, long hair, white socks, rolled up t-shirt sleeves, etc. I asked them if they were in costume, then wondered if I'd insulted them when they told me they dress that way all the time. Oops! Just as I was closing, another couple from N. Carolina came in. Basically, they were lost and asking for directions, but they took a little time to look around.
David and his 3-year-old son Patrick spent a couple of hours with me. I got to do a little babysitting while David loaded some stuff into his truck. Patrick and I had fun playing with his toy gas station and then making some squashed pennies.
T'was a good day!