|The Texas brand for Route 66|
|Here's a particularly fine example of Texas flag art|
|Notice how the flag design has been incorporated into the motel motif|
forecast for this morning was for 47 degrees at 8:00 am. Actually, Roger's Garmin is reading 44 degrees right now. That might be a bit low, but it feels pretty close to me. Of course, Roger - ever the optimist - said he wasn't worried so much about the cold, as the rain. It's scheduled to begin around 11 or so. That will definitely increase the stakes for today's ride!
We passed one little town where the old inns were quite sad - mostly abandoned and falling apart. What opportunity lies here! A cup of coffee in the convenience store was 50 cents. 50 cents! When was the last time you had a cup of coffee for 50 cents? And it wasn't half bad. On the wall was a real estate ad - 1700 square feet, 3/2 with new appliances, a historic brick home for $44,000. For real. Of course, you would have to live here in Erick, and what would you do to earn a living?
|Not holding up so well|
|The Mother Road|
|It is clear the storm is coming|
At mile 20, we start to hear some thunder rumbling. I do not like this at all. There's a flash of lightning over on the horizon, and for some reason, Roger chuckles. Here it comes! In another mile, the sprinkles come. Not a lot, but persistent. Gonna be a wet ride! We continue riding because - really - there is no where to go, nothing else to do. I don't like it, but while the thunder seems to be staying high in the clouds, I agree with Roger that the odds of our being stuck by lightning are very low. Still, as we finish our ride through Texola (a collection of mostly abandoned buildings that still claims 36 hardy souls as residents) we see a little cafe and decide to take a break.
|So glad to see this place!|
We have found a moment of shelter at the Tumbleweed. Great chicken and rice soup! What a great stop it was! I enjoyed hearing Masel's story about how she came to be in Texola: About 9 years ago, she and her husband were headed to Memphis in their brand-new RV when it broke down nearby. Stranded while they waited for a part, they were befriended by the guy at the truck stop, and got to know some of the people in town. And - they were here, not in Memphis - the night that 19 tornadoes struck that town. Once their RV was repaired, and they were ready to leave, they thought, "maybe Branson." But there were terrible floods there. So they thought maybe they should just stay where they were. They bought the boarded-up little cafe, and have made it a wonderful oasis.
|Masel with some of her artwork|
|All bundled up|
Well, stories are fun, but the storm is due to continue for some hours, so are going to have to get back out there. We can't wait it out here.
It's a cold and wet day for us. We probably rode a good 20 miles in the rain. It did finally stop, so we were all but dried out by the time we made it to McLean. We are staying in the Cactus Inn - one of the little places that is still operating as a motel. It's cute, the rooms are clean and comfortable, and the price is right: $45! Thank goodness there was a restaurant near the motel. En route, we had tried to stop for a bite at the U-Drop Inn, but after we parked the bike and tried the door, we realized it was just set up as a museum! It certainly looked inviting!
|This cafe had us fooled|
|Looks so inviting!|
|Oops! It's a museum now|
The day's report: Sayre to McLean, 60 miles/8165 to date
Our route: wet and rainy day
|Our inn tonight|
|I have never had a "welcome bone" before|