NY to AZ Day Four

We just stopped at a town outside of Clinton, OK for gas and I had my first run in with misunderstanding accents. It took a few tries for me to purchase my bag of ice. We’re nearing the Oklahoma/Texas border. The grass is thinner and browner, and much of the soil is a deep, rusty red. I got very excited because I saw my first cacti on the red banks of the exit ramp – little round guys with long thorns. There are slight hills here but in places you can see for miles and miles into the distance. The most common sights are cows, hay bales and oil wells. The cows must be beef cows because they are often far from the nearest visible farmhouse, that is, too far to be milked twice daily.

Nine out of ten of the radio stations are country music or right wing talk shows, but we always able to find at least one good classic rock radio station. These radio stations naturally have a country bent, and, interestingly enough, I have heard a large percentage of songs that are sampled on Night Ripper or Feed the Animals, both Girl Talk albums. I suspect that I will end up listening to a lot of country music living down in Arizona.

Shortly outside of Oklahoma City we passed a town that had at least fifty large wind turbines. Mom went crazy with excitement, and we rolled down the windows to see if we could hear them, although, naturally, at 70 mph the wind going by the car would have drowned out any wind going through the turbines. We were a bit depressed having just spent the night in a run down box store heaven outside of Okla City, where there were no sidewalks and freeways everywhere one looked, so it was nice to see that there are progressive people outside of the normal enclaves of liberals that dot the east and west coasts.