Oklahoma City Is Oh, So Pretty...

We spent the afternoon at the Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum. Powerful. Gut-wrenching. We didn't take a lot of pictures inside the exhibit, even though we were allowed to. Taking pictures of lost shoes, car keys, office items which belonged to those victims just felt wrong. So, we wandered and remembered and honored the memories of those who fell and the valor of those who stepped up to help.

Outside is a gorgeous memorial, though.








And this, across the street, at the church which was damaged in the blast:


It's titled, "Jesus Wept."

After the somber afternoon, we hit the road in early evening, crossing back roads and more bridges:


and having to backtrack 30-ish miles from a navigation "mishap." At the beginning of this trip, Louise made the rule that the navigator who caused the fewest amounts of u-turns "won." She's now changed said rule to be that the navigator who causes the MOST amounts of u-turns wins.

I'm not naming names about this 30-ish mile mishap, but Louise is now winning this game...

We drove through some of the craziest weather either of us have encountered (and let's all remember all the crazy places...and weather...that Thelma has visited), and finally made it.

To the Flamingo Inn. Because, it's the FLAMINGO. INN!!


Tomorrow? Amarillo by morning (you're welcome, all you George Strait fans).