What a long and wonderful trip it has been! I logged over 3,000 miles behind the wheel and burned nearly 100 gallons of gas through six states in the last nine days. I saw mountains, valleys, rivers, flats, canyons, deserts, cities, and much more. It was the most successful road trip I think I've ever taken. Sunday, the final day, took me from Amarillo back home to Tulsa. But it wasn't a straight shot; I had a few stops to make.
Back in the 1960s, my Mom lived in a couple of small oil towns in the panhandle of Texas. When I told Mom about my trip, she reminded me of that time in her life and I made a note to at least drive through these places to get a feel for them. Borger was bigger than I expected, boasting 13k people as the oil industry there was still active. It was a far cry from the small towns in Oklahoma I'd been used to seeing die slowly over the years. It didn't take long for me to find the house Mom lived in, and I took a photo for her. I sent it to her, pleased to be able to stand in the same place she did when she was in elementary school. She told me she could see her daddy's pickup truck in the driveway and thanked me for seeking it out. She hadn't seen it for about fifty years.
After Borger, we drove to Pampa, TX. Although Mom couldn't recall the houses she lived in specifically, she knew the street. After a little searching, I found the street and the school she attended. I took a few more photos for her and basked in the solitude that is small-town Sunday morning. The business districts of both towns were shut tight and the only parking lots that were filled belonged to the churches. The faint smell of oil lingered from the fields that were active 24/7. Additionally, on the horizon you could see the giant windmills that worked to supply power to the area. It's strange to see what doesn't change in the face of emerging technology. Seeing cattle graze at the bottom of those giant constructions was a little surreal.
DeeDee and I made it into town, returned the rental car, and parted ways after our long, excellent trip. I sat in my house at about 5:00 PM on Sunday, happy about the things I'd seen and the experiences that occupied my memory. It was a busy time, but in a good way. It's back to work and the normal day-to-day business that is life. I'm excited to start thinking about the next trip I want to take and what sights I want to see. It's been too long since my passport has had any stamps in it...