Upon reading my poetic title, Oklahoma Route 66 fans should be able to figure out where my wanderlust took me today. As a cure for the boredom I rattled on about yesterday, I decided to get off my butt (then get back on my butt only this time behind the wheel of my car) and head west. Well, I didn't exactly make it all the way out to Cowboy-and-Indian country, but I did get as far as Stroud. That's just 50 miles away, but it's a nice 50-mile ride on old Route 66.
I had no real destination in mind, except to take advantage of this gorgeous, sunny, almost springlike day. This route is quite familiar to me, but I particularly wanted to check out the status of the Shoe Tree just east of Stroud. When the former Shoe Tree died and fell a couple of years ago, a new one was started nearby. Starting a shoe tree consists choosing a tree and then throwing a shoe or two up into its branches, in hopes that others will follow suit. The last time I saw the new Shoe Tree, it only had a handful of shoes in it. Today, I found two Shoe Trees side by side, and both had a healthy crop of footwear clinging to their branches.
This seems a good sign to me, an indication of the large number of tourists who passed by here during the last couple of summers. It took the old Shoe Tree years and years to accumulate as many shoes as now swing from the new ones. There are also some shoes which have fallen to the ground -- a red high heel, a flip flop, a like-new running shoe among others -- but they lie there unmolested.
I stopped to take a quick photo of one of my favorite old, abandoned stretches of Route 66 also near Stroud.
I'm happy to report that I no longer feel bored. My little trip, plus the fact that my dishwasher started working again this morning after I thought it had kicked the bucket, has cheered me and energized me!