I drove into Oklahoma City from the east through a traditionally black neighborhood, providing a nice foreground for the state capitol.
This is directly in front of the capitol. No kidding, an oil derrick and tanks.
Not sure it looks any better without them, another massive stone pile.
The capitol was constructed without the dome, which was added only in the last ten years.
The rest of the interior feels worn, but it houses a nice gallery of Oklahoma art.
The state flag dates from the 1920's and is surprising given the history of Indians in the state.
On into downtown, compact but alive, a few nice glass towers and people out on the streets.
On the east edge of downtown lies an area of brick - yeah, Bricktown - with cafes, bars, and not one but two brewpubs.
But the highlight of the area - maybe of my journey so far - is the baseball stadium and its homage to an Oklahoma native son, the greatest baseball player ever.
I drove through a pretty residential neighborhood
to a hip, artsy strip for lunch.
Liking the feel of Oklahoma City, I thought about staying and touring the art museum, but the day was too nice to stay indoors, so I motored northwest out of the city on Hwy 3 to Kingfisher. The land mostly open now, I've left the trees behind for much red dirt farming. I had driven through a fair amount of red dirt country before, especially in Alabama and parts of Mississippi, but not like this.
Luckily this is explained by the Oklahoma state soil map. http://www.ogs.ou.edu/pubsscanned/EP9p16_19soil_veg_cl.pdf
Driving on, the land slowly became more open, less hilly and drier, punctuated by oil wells, grain elevators and wind turbines.
Kingfisher. No kinfishers, perhaps from the complete absence of water.
Note this guy is riding on red dirt capped by a layer of caliche.
Unexpectedly, cotton. Althought there is a lot of dry land wheat farming, there is also quite a bit of irrigated ground along the way, all of it groundwater from the Ogalla acquifer that underlies such a large part of the midwest, and provides the water for so many of the crops from Nebraska to Texas. And that will some day be gone. As wikipedia reports: "Present-day recharge of the aquifer with fresh water occurs at an exceedingly slow rate, suggesting that much of the water in itspore spaces is paleowater, dating back to the last ice age and probably earlier." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogallala_Aquifer . Whether it should be used on cotton - and whether it should be used for commercial agriculture until it is gone - are questions worth asking
Turning due west into the wind on a narrow road through Sharon to Shattuck, more dry land
and wind turbines.
A little movie, with me singing Woody Guthrie
If you look closely at the bottom of this one, you can see the door where people go inside and climb up the inside of the tower to work on the generator in the head. Gives you a sense of just how tall they are.
Classic western scenes - this was surely dustbowl country
And the road just goes on
and on
and on
and on.
Mesmerizing. Finally into Shattuck, some kind of a town
the north on 15 for 20 miles or so,
more of the same, dry but still rolling country
through more small towns, Follett, Darrouzell, Booker, across the top of Texas
to Perryton, hoping for a room but the town was full up with truckers and oil workers
ao I drove north, back into Oklahoma to Balko in the setting sun, then east
the road going on and on and on. Luckily for me, it ended for the night at a motel in Guymon and a well deserved rest.