Last night in Tulsa OK, Mr. H and I took a long, leisurely, kinda’ southern stroll, through the historic Swan Lake neighborhood of Tulsa. With the GPS set to Walk, I found the restaurant Roka and got an amazing dinner to go. Just easier to get food to go while traveling with my buddy. As we waited for the food, H and I chatted up the incredibly kind waitress at the restaurant and met some folks that fell head over heals for the buddy. We also met a fellow Airbnb host, originally from India, who invited us to stay on our next Tulsa visit. Hmm, as beautiful and friendly as this area was, I am not sure when a next visit would be.
This morning I loaded the car with my belongings along with my very reluctant dog, put my phone in its holster, and set it for the next stop The Magnolia Hotel in St Louis. I looked at the google map enough to see a 5 and read it as 5 hrs. I was so happy it was not the expected 6. After grabbing a wonderful latte at Shades of Brown Cafe, I was puzzled that the GPS was taking me on lots of side streets and roads that went right next to the highway and wondering why it wasn’t putting me on the highway. I was enjoying the greens and browns of land, the old broken down houses which were once someone’s dream, the gentle hills so much, that it didn’t occur to me that the GPS was telling me the walking route to St Louis and that it would be 5+ days to get there! Not 5+ hours.
I did get to see lots of Tulsa and things like the self-proclaimed, “Most Inspirational Rest Stop”. It was an absolutely huge cross that made me think about who built it and how it would be to have that smack in the middle of a lawn. It sure is a way to remember that you’re supposed to remember god, or faith or whatnot. Not my cup of tea, in fact, it was really off-putting for me but I imagine it is something someone is very proud of. Now the windmills, that’s something that inspires me and even makes me proud, like I own energy saving ways.
This whole walking route also made me think about Forest Gump and wonder if I would want to walk my way across the US sometime. Still thinking about it.
The GPS and I reconciled our differences, her British accent helped a lot with that. We got on track with Drive not Walk and continued on the road.
After several Rest Stops, tumbles and rolls in the grass, we made it to St Louis about 3pm, walked around the amazing Arch, saw some really disturbing history about slavery and got to see what an amazing city St Louis is.
Henry rolling around the grounds whenever possible.