Otherwise, nothing at all happened at Afton Station in the morning. Tattoo Man was there when I arrived, and we spent the whole morning just waiting for some visitors to show up. Two guys with incredibly overstuffed backpacks (and bedrolls, and front packs) walked by and took some photos, but chose not to come in. I'll bet they never bargained on 19-degree temperatures in Oklahoma! That's what the thermometer read this morning.
Betty arrived after church, and we got a little giddy, no doubt from the absence of anything exciting to do. Tattoo modeled his newest tattoo for Betty, who took the opportunity to give him a little poke in the ribs.One gentleman finally arrived, but he was just looking for us to buy his '51 Packard. I suggested he call David. Betty and Tattoo left, and I was seriously thinking of closing early and going home, but when some last-minute travelers arrived, I started feeling a lot better about the whole day. Two couples -- one from Flint, TX and one from Sperry, OK -- were out doing a chunk of Route 66 just for fun. Their visit made the day worthwhile, and with the sun shining and the temps beginning to rise, I left Afton Station feeling surprisingly happy about the day.