Here are pictures,* although without much commentary.
I present: Oklahoma and Kansas.
And I will start with a water tower. Because I love water towers. Especially when they have high school mascots painted on them.
G’s grandmother has told us that we are–under no circumstances–allowed to walk out on the low-water bridge. Because in her mind, we are five.
This is the waiting room of a rural chiropractor’s office. It is impressive and smells nice.
G poses with an obscene sentiment in Depew, OK.
Me looking short, due to the vastness of this wall. And my shortness.
As with so many of the animals we encountered on our trip, G promptly named it Cecil.
*All photos courtesy of Little Sister Yovanoff