It was very early, and the sun was just coloring the sky when I passed the beautiful Desert Hills Motel sign. This shot would have been nicer without all the poles and overhead wires, but I did the best I could with what I had to work with. :-)
While listening to NPR on my way to Afton, I heard them discussing the absurdity of the recent American obsession with gas prices. I realized that I'm as guilty of this as the next guy. Whereas I can do an entire week's grocery shopping without ever glancing at the price of anything I put in my cart, recently I find myself reading every gas price sign I pass as I drive. Who'da thunk it? This morning, for example, I filled up here, in Catoosa:But then, I passed this cheaper place:
And then even cheaper:
I had visitors at Afton Station today from Sweden, Santa Barbara CA, Topeka KS, and a family group of six from various towns in western Oklahoma. Most cars passed right by, since there was a huge car show about 10 miles away. I did get to watch a lot of classics and customs whiz past. Marly came by on his way to the car show with the '55 Packard 400, which is looking gorgeous these days. I'm betting that it will get a trophy. Marly also had some good news about a new home dialysis procedure which I will be looking into. It appears to be the stuff my dreams are made of, but we'll see.
Just as I was leaving, a woman from Boston arrived. We had spoken via email about a potential visit from her while she's in town doing a research paper on old motels and also attending the Preservation Conference next week. What a lovely young woman! We talked for about 15 minutes and...... I now have a visitor from my 49th state... Massachusetts! Now all I need is someone from Hawaii to walk in the door (or hula in, as the case may be) and I'll have met folks from all fifty!