eventually spit me back out on SH 5 west in Eldorado, OK. A sharp right curve pointed me back north again and into a changing landscape.
I eventually worked my way west to SH 30 heading north. My belly had been rumbling for about an hour, and Sandy Sanders Wildlife Management Area, just south of Erick, OK made a fine, albeit hot, picnic area. Peanut butter tortilla roll-up, some home made beef jerky, and a couple handfuls of trail mix and hot water to wash it down with.
A fine time for reflection. Yep, here's where the windmill theme was born.
Not much to see in Erick, well, other than I had unintentionally routed myself for several hundred feet on this piece of history.
Signs are up high so they don't get jacked according to a buddy of mine that knows everything. I gassed up at a big truck stop as I approached Interstate 40, went under the bridge and pulled over in a closed down restaurant parking lot to call LA. She was on US 287, a bit south of Amarillo, TX, way west of here, happy as a lark.