Flying Low...

at high speeds the Garmin that Hubby purchased but did not know how to set nor read was used only to indicate his speed.  Hubby named the GPS Hoss after Hoss Cartwright and talked to him a lot along the way as if it were poor Hoss's fault we were the idjits.

The skyline was beautiful in Oklahoma City but I couldn't help but remember the disaster that happened just a short distance and time away in Moore and other places.  We began to see some destruction.  I felt the sadness and loss all over again for the people of Oklahoma.

The underpasses were beautiful but while traveling at the speed of light my camera and brain did not have time to catch up enough to show the beauty in Oklahoma City.

Reaching our sorta half way mark Hubby decided to push the limits and just see if we could make it to Amarillo before dark...and that, my friends, is another story.

Can you tell we are having a relaxing wonderful vacation???  The Griswolds all over again.

Through The Dirty Windshield...

at seventy-five plus miles per hour is an excellent way to take photos.  I have a lot of pictures but will spare you from most.  I contorted and stretched to acquire some of these as we flew past. Andrew helped take photos too.  I'll see more reviewing photos than I did driving through. I am grateful for the opportunity to ride the Hubby-driven Southwest Express Truck.

Arkansas Highway

Arkansas River

And the journey began.

Things I learned or remembered:

Hubby does not travel well.

We have an equal level of temper and bullheadedness.

We are both equally right...or wrong.

The degree of tiredness relates directly to unkind words and wrong turns.

In the end we do come home together.

In the end the unkind words and discomfort are forgotten.

In the end we erroneously think, Hey, that wasn't so bad!  Next year we'll...

Horsin' Around...

in a few other states.

Well be telling tall tales soon.

Water Art...

by Mother Nature

and Marcy

Getting Out and About...

I've been out of commission since Hubby's hospital gig but maybe I'm improving almost two months later.  I should be put down but can't find anyone to do it.

I decided even though it's been raining in great amounts and was still trying to rain that I needed some fresh air and some good ole get outside and feel good time.

Well, it was muddy.

I headed up hill

and the pack followed.

Found fresh deer "tracks"

and we explored some deep woods.

What I thought was going to be a rescue

turned into a treasure to keep...

a shell complete with bones!

About now I'm wondering why I chose this way to walk

I tried to capture a picture of the thorns I'm walking through

After emerging here

I discover I've lost my camera!!!

Sooooooooooooo....

I had to climb back up this nice slope

(mountain!)

I had slid down.

I'm thinking, Idiot! 

Total loss is not covered by warranty!

I put on my Daniel Boone eyes

and engage my Einstein brain

to try and track myself.

After what seemed a long time

I found it!

Laying where I had battled with briers.

Hubby was looking for me.

I'd been gone too long.

Bleeding and covered with ticks 

I was proud of my turtle treasure

and my tracking abilities.