Oklahoma City is OK, and Where's My Cactus?

The day is winding down, we are fast approaching Las Vegas, no not the Vegas, Las Vegas, New Mexico, on our way to Albuquerque. We were certainly relieved to cross over into New Mexico and Mountain time. Hooters tells us that out currently altitude is 49-hundred feet. That’s nearly the height of Mount Kathadin Pretty amazing since we haven’t really noticed that we’ve been climbing.

Shortly after my last blog we swung by Oklahoma City to check out the sight of the Federal Building bombing. It was as an impressive of a sight as we’ve seen all day. A very fitting tribute to the 168 people that were needlessly murdered. It was 75 degrees and I’m sure that warm Oklahoma sun will leave this Franco-American lad a lovely shade of red. At least I wasn’t wearing my Speedo. After our stop in the city and an uncomfortable exchange with a man in need of some serious dental work (see Chris’s last post) we grabbed a couple of sammies and I wrestled with a plastic, life sized buffalo. I highly recommend you give it a try sometime.

The rest of Oklahoma took another 3 hours to drive through. We were overjoyed to arrive in Texas, until we realized it was Texas, flat you could see for miles, and there were lots of farms wind and regular. At least they didn’t charge us 7 dollars just to get through nothing like Oklahoma did. Chris have dubbed the Sooner State the Delaware of the west due to its pension for toll plazas that make no sense. Texas, on the other hand, provided the second coolest thing we saw all day the world’s largest cross. You could see it off the highway for about 6 miles, as it was the only thing taller than a house for about that distance.

We have yet to see our 1st cactus of the trip. That’s a disappointment, but that’s what we get for getting such a late start. We’re in New Mexico and its pitch black. Hopefully we’ll have a chance to see a few over the next 2 days. We’ll be in the Grand Canyon tomorrow, maybe Zion, maybe Vegas if there aren’t cactuses in any of those places I’m calling every tourist bureau in the South West United States to tell them about the class action lawsuit I’m about to file on behalf of cactus lovers everywhere. False advertising is terrible for the consumer. I learned that from my boy Ralph Nader.