On this past Wednesday, the temperature here soared to 81 degrees. Yippee, spring is here! Wait....hold on just a minute! Don't get so excited, girl! Today, on our ride up to Afton Station, the car thermometer was reading 27, and it didn't get much higher than that all day. And then... it snowed! It snowed most of the day up there but didn't stick. It was so gray and cold and WINDY and just plain awful that I didn't anticipate many visitors today, so I felt lucky to have had seven. We had guests from Springfield, MO (pictured below), Texas, Oklahoma, and Kansas. The Springfield folks are on their way to Arizona for a vacation, and they didn't anticipate driving through snow today. And I didn't anticipate writing this blog with fingers that are still numb from the cold. Ron M. was with me today, and a mutual friend of ours sent along a boquet of daffodils from her yard to brighten up Afton Station, as well as some yummy sweet nutty yeast bread for our lunch. Nice of her.
David and his family popped in briefly and his son Patrick took a spin on the smashed penny machine.
And now, I've been invited out to dinner with friends, so that's all, Folks!
I'm the owner of Afton Station, in Afton Oklahoma, a small private Route 66 memorabilia and antique car museum housed in a restored filling station. We are visited daily by both domestic and foreign travelers who are exploring the charms of old Route 66. Their stories will be told here (and maybe a little bit of other stuff, too.) Since I live 80 miles from Afton Station, a straight shot on Route 66, you'll probably hear a lot about the Mother Road, too.