DAY 10 – TULSA TO OKC
Our last full day on this adventure.
A lot of what we drove to/through was taken from the Route 66 phone app. The darn thing no longer wants to open, so it’s off to the Internet for details.
First site out of the gate today was the “Buck’s on Route 66 Meteor Man.” Yet another of those Muffler Man statues gone off to new adventures.
A little way down the road (within walking distance) were two more items of interest:
The Meadow Gold sign…
…and the mural next to it.
You Said We Couldn’t Do It, But We Did
We had started out our day at a coffee shop, which had some really lovely pictures displayed of some Art Deco buildings. We loved them—so sleek looking!
Were we surprised when we came across them in reality! We saw the top of this one, which is a UMC church property, from quite a distance. We were immediately drawn to it.
You’ll notice there’s not a lot of traffic. That’s because the locals were starting to batten down the hatches under a tornado watch. We, of course, were clueless. Where we’re from, there are always storm warnings, and most of them fizzle out. I had seen the tornado warnings on TV, but had shrugged them off.
Anyway, once we were through with this monolith, we found some more not much further on.
We got every angle we could shoot, then kept driving—straight on to the Cyrus Avery Centennial Plaza.
There was a lot to see here. Paul went across the bridge and down to the park proper. My legs didn’t want to deal with the downgoing and the back-up-coming, so I just experienced it from a distance.
And here is a clue as to what was upcoming, weather-wise. I think this was where I started to take those warnings seriously.
This was a hoot—Crybaby Hill.
And, yes, there’s a story—and more—behind it.
Onwards and southwards.
This train was part of the Route 66 Historical Village in Tulsa (in the area known as Red Fork).
The rain was making itself known at this point, so we did a drive-by camera shot here and kept going.
Time to eat something! Breakfast was definitely needed by this time.
We stopped off at Ollie’s Station Restaurant, which was a train lover’s heaven. All kinds of train paraphernalia, signs, and models. There were even model trains running on tracks close to the ceiling. It was fun to sit there and watch them.
Quick note: There are 106 miles between Tulsa and Oklahoma City. Incredible the amount of interesting places to see between here and there.
Next town: Sapulpa
And the World’s Largest Gas Pump.
Not an original Route 66 thing, but quirky enough to be included.
There was a Trolley and Train Museum in town. We didn’t stay long.
And the Rock Creek Bridge…
Bristow was next, and the only thing we found there was an old Chrysler-Plymouth sign. As with all else, there is some history behind it:
I’m thinking this was a drive-in. It was between Bristow and Stroud.
And to go along with Rock Creek Bridge, we have Rock Café in Stroud. Not to be confused with Hard Rock Café, which is a whole different world.
Here’s a really cool original Route 66 sign:
There were a number of fun things in Davenport.
Like the Early Bird Café–which looked as if the birds, early and late, had flown a long time ago.
Here’s a gas station that’s been turned into an antique store. Seems appropriate.
This was something I wish we’d been able to stop and explore. But those clouds were getting more serious by the minute.
On we went—next town was Chandler, where we saw the Lincoln Motel. Still in business—yay! Bet that sign looks great at night.
And another one of those teeny-tiny cute gas stations. This one was built in the 1930s.
When riding the Route, it’s always good to reference as many sources as possible. I completely forgot about the sites in Warwick—good thing we had our phone app.
Actually, the two sites were on the same property. We stopped for the 1920s-era outhouse,
and stayed on to check out the Seaba Motorcycle Museum.
(I do have to admit, my main draw to the museum was its updated bathroom.)
This place deserved a quick pic—the Boundary Inn in Luther, OK.
Interesting info about it: http://www.theboundaryon66.com/
Arcadia, OK, was next. Some really fun stuff here.
The Hillbilly Bed and Breakfast was photo-worthy, but info on it was difficult to find. Still in business.
Then we came upon the World’s Largest Soda Bottle.
I was hoping it would be a real soda bottle, but it turned out to be an art thingy of sorts. Still, it’s pretty impressive.
The adjacent store, Pops, was fun to go into. Nothing but bottles of soda. I was hoping to find guarana, but no luck there. That’s a Brazilian soda, and hard to find in the US.
There were probably things to see on the rest of the way to Oklahoma City, but the weather was just getting more and more threatening. Time to make haste!
Edmond was our last town before we reached OKC. We stopped just long enough to take a picture of the 1889 Territorial School and a shot of the Redkey’s Flour tower. The latter’s relationship to Route 66? No idea. It just looked to be in the correct era.
We finally reached Oklahoma City in the early afternoon. Our first stop was the State Capitol, which was actually very difficult to get to. Not because of the traffic, but because the roads around it are so convoluted.
Very empty. All personnel had been excused so they could find a safe place to hunker down until the tornado threat was over. We were reminded of that by a friendly passerby as we were walking towards the Capitol building.
So—yeah. At this point we started to take this weather thing a little more seriously.
But—so much to see! And when would we be back? So we did what we could while we could do it.
Hey! Another Tower Theatre! Such a popular name!
And a bar called “Bunker Club”—how appropriate, given the weather.
Then a real quick drive by the Milk Bottle Grocery.
A little bit of a drive more, and we came across the Gold Dome.
Mutt’s Hot dogs was our final stop—remember how we started this trip? Dog to Dog.
We made haste toward the hotel we had booked, but our progress slowed way down when we noticed the area that we had to pass through to get there. Let’s just say that the wearing of brass knuckles was probably mandatory. When we got to the place, we quickly cancelled our reservation and turned tail.
Luckily there was a hotel near the airport that had a vacancy—the same one we’d stayed at on our last trip.
My cousin and aunt felt it best to stay at home, so we didn’t get to see them this time around. Can’t blame them–I hope we can make amends in better weather.
Because of the threat of hail, we decided to take the car back to the rental agency that night. Best to leave it in the hands of the owners in the case of really nasty hailstones.
Back at our hotel, we kept a sharp eye on the weather forecasts—which wasn’t hard, considering every TV channel had been overridden by this situation. I didn’t know if I should change into my PJs or just stay dressed.
Once the alarm went down by a couple of notches, we relaxed a bit and were able to get to sleep.
LAST DAY—OKC to Dallas to home
Our last day was decidedly different from what we had expected.
We headed for the airport in the morning, where we found out that our flight to Dallas had been cancelled.
However—and this was the best part of the day—we heard the desk agent further down the counter advise her customers (who were in the same boat as us) to rent a car and drive to Dallas. It was only a couple of hours’ drive away.
And we had expected a huge layover in Dallas anyway.
So we did just that—and after a bit of a drive and more pleasant scenery, we got to DFW in plenty of time for our flight. No weather problems at all—although I did see a huge billboard downed in a field. By weather or by time, I have no idea.
There was one sign that made me cringe—an advertisement for Uranus Fudge Factory. And this is a Route 66 thing. “The best fudge comes from…” you get the idea. Ugh!
It was doubly wonderful to get home, away from wind and hail.
And that’s it.
You probably won’t hear of another incredible trip on here until the first quarter of next year. That’s when we’ll be hitting Australia and New Zealand.
Until then—happy trails!