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It was an unanticipated detour, but part of the fun.
Having not planned it, however, we ended up heading west, held up behind a pod of bicycles who appeared to know far better where they were headed. Just not quickly.
Today, the route consists of several broken stretches of the old highway, making the coloured lines on our not-to-scale map as useful as a scattered pile of Pick Up Sticks. Chasing ghosts can be like that.
We had spent our time in Tulsa visiting the Center of the Universe, admiring the Art Deco architecture, stopping in on the Golden Driller – the fifth-tallest statue in the United States – and enjoying some extremely good food and beer at Prairie Artisan Ales. Somehow, we turned down the opportunity to stay for a beer and music festival put on by Hanson. Mmmhops, anybody?
Instead, we are homeward bound. You could tell the delirium of being on the road this long was hitting us when, as day’s end approached, we saw signs advertising the Uranus Fudge Factory.
The small complex alongside Route 66 – inexplicably composed of a tattoo studio, general store, gun shop and burlesque hall – is reminiscent of a much smaller, yet equally irreverent Wall Drug in South Dakota. “Uranus is expanding. Please excuse the mess,” read the sign on the door.
These utterly random encounters are the moments for which road trips are made.
Vitals:
- Time: 7.5 hours
- Distance: 649.8 kms
- Weather: Sunny and warm
- States/Province: Oklahoma, Missouri
- Wildlife: None
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