We had a great show in the morning, performing in a beautiful Masonic temple. We had a good show and a hesitant talkback, and then we had lunch in the historic downtown area in Fort Smith, AR. We had fantastic burgers at a place called The Hamburger Barn, and then Tim and I bought buffalo nickels at a rare coin shop on the main street. We got a great deal on them, too, as Tim had been in the shop for about ten minutes before I arrived, and then we talked a lot about the different kinds of paper money he had. Add that to a free bag of popcorn that I got at a local shop, and we were having a pretty good day.
I was asleep almost as soon as I got into the van, and we drove right across the state line into Oklahoma. As soon as we got to our first rest stop, I looked out at the horizon to see nothing rising from the plains. As we're moving farther west, the areas are starting to look less and less like rural Pennsylvania and more and more like Arizona. I travelled the east coast last year, and I am really looking forward to seeing the west and the west coast this year. And yes, yes, I will try to post some pictures up here. Anyone want to buy me a camera?
And in case anyone is wondering, in Oklahoma, the wind does in fact come sweeping down the plains.