Bedbugs, cockroaches, a damaged bathroom door, no bathtub plug,
evidently a relatively higher crime area -- much of this is not clear until this morning, so it is definitely time to hit the road again (we have been blessed with fine rooms this entire trip until now, and hope for the best in future).
(this southerly return has featured at least reasonable topographic relief every day),
distant from the local Canadian River (itself a nomenclatural outlier) as Pennsylvania (Lenape) and California (Modoc).
with its revisionist renaming of said stream through its municipal boundaries, and
for signs of the arid west /
Great American Desert,
approaching the 100th meridian,
so flat that one is
hard-pressed to criticize
the placement of
even a burning one...
Amarillo, within reach of Palo Duro (almost, on our schedule).
More delicious / sober Mexican fare, and another enchanted evening, contitions somehow reflecting the 68th day of summer back home, high down 6 to 84...
Oklahoma City, 84
Little Rock, 81