Andrea and I have been asked several times if we are sisters. We don’t see a family resemblance — there is none — but perhaps others do because we are of similar size and because of how we act together. This morning I was asked if she and I are twins. I know that the longer you are together the more you look like each other, but twins is a far reach.
Our first charge stop was in Shamrock TX. The visitor center is a defunct gas station on Route 66 that was built in the 1930s. You can just see the Tesla chargers out back. Somehow the juxtaposition tickled me.
We are definitely on the plains.
The traffic built and became a bit crazier as we approached Oklahoma City. We went to a mall to go to the Apple store to replace the phone charger we left in a motel room. We also got some heavy duty hand cream at a Sephora there. My hands were beginning to crack and bleed despite drinking lots of water and frequent use of motel hand cream. The air has been very dry ever since we got south of Sacramento.
Despite the dryness, this may be the first time I’ve been in Oklahoma when it hasn’t been miserably hot or miserably cold or miserably stormy.
In the center of town is the Oklahoma City National Memorial, where the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building had been before it was blown up by a terrorist of European-American stock and Christian upbringing. It’s a beautiful and somber reminder of what we can do to each other.
Tomorrow we head south, back into Texas.
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Travels with Kate 