My Easter morning started out in “my” church.  And appropriate for the day – rays of light shining down through the clouds reminding me that today is about much more than just riding a motorcycle across the country.  I am truly thankful for everything I have and I’m very happy with the relationship I have with the guy that made all that possible.

This part of Texas and Oklahoma are cattle and cotton country.  The calves are on the ground and growing fast.  This little guy was at the fence but when I slowed down to take the picture, he hightailed it (literally) back to his mom.

Where I grew up they raised cotton and when it was harvested, there was cotton everywhere, on the ground, and still on the plants.  This is a cotton field here at the Texas Oklahoma border.  There’s no stray cotton around and the talks are picked so clean that you can’t hardly tell what was planted here. Would have been nice to run into a cotton farmer and ask him about the improvements in harvesting.  The green you see are weeds.

 In Texas, instead of “rest stops” they have “roadside tables.”  And, that’s about all there is, a couple tables, picnic bench style and usually covered.  For these guys, the roadside IS their table; and based on how many of them were picking at this skunk carcass, it must have been mighty tasty. About 100 miles from Oklahoma City my buddy Bert came out to meet me and guide me in.  I’ve been riding motorcycles with Bert for over 30 years.  He is an Indian motorcycle guy and a good rider.  I followed him into town where we met his mom, wife and granddaughter for a late brunch.  Absolutely wonderful German food; I was full as a tick.

After lunch/dinner it was back to Bert & Mary’s where we reminised about the old days and I played various games with Alexis.  Early to bed for everyone which was FINE by me!!

Nice to have such great friends, always enjoy my visits to Oklahoma City.