Guthrie in my rearview mirror
Guthrie,
OK is one of the more picturesque
little towns I have ever seen. A photo-op around every corner, and I have
enjoyed capturing some pictures of the town and sharing on
Instagram. Carrie and Daniel
tease me about the hashtags, thinking I don't like the town, but I am just
trying to learn this social media language. Daniel even suggested some hashtags
for me, a couple of which are actually appropriate on this, my last day in
Guthrie, like #nomoreguthrie and #leavingguthrie
I have enjoyed our stay in Oklahoma, the sky is big, the land is flat with oil running underneath, the earth shakes with fracking, and the wind is ever present.
In this little town, the buildings are old and stately, the
streets are brick, the history is palpable. The folks here are friendly, they
even say y'all.
I will miss eating at the local establishments, Staples' famous
steaks and football-size baked potatoes, Katy's huge pancakes that hang over
the edge of the plate.
The fabric store sells western material picturing cowboys and Indians, they invited
me to come and sew along in the shop. The lady at the local yarn shop tried to
interest me in some OSU orange, I told her that we liked Tennessee Orange. More
friendly folks, tried to get me to come on in and sit a spell and knit with
them.
So Oklahoma is history for
now, heading East to Georgia
mountains and home and family. Hurry up Buddy and finish your job so you can
follow me.
So long, Guthrie, in my rear-view mirror.