The Flatlands

So it’s finally time to find the Southern Cross in the night time sky, point the Jeep’s headlights towards it and follow it to back to the land of our birth. The lush green mountains of the North Country will be replaced by the flat hinterlands of the Midwestern states for a while – grain silos, endless acres of cornfields, the bridges of Madison County and John Wayne’s birthplace. There are lots of long lackluster roads ahead. So it is.

Though our dwindling trip purse is getting thin, heading south does not mean the voyage is yet over. Des Moines and Tulsa are but shady rest havens for our last bit of adventuring to be had in Austin, Texas. There are still a few more blog updates and pictures to be had, a few more laughs and a bit more trouble to get into before we roll back into Lafayette.

The land is flattening and the temperature is rising again. It’s becoming more and more like home as the latitude coordinates get lower and lower. There is many a “sorry” to be given to our friends further West who have been expecting us for a month or more now; however, those apologies are meant for another blog entry. For now, Austin lies ahead, and tonight the Tulsa nightlife beckons like the warm glowing beacon of a light house to a ship tossed hither and thither on the open sea. It summons. We answer. Life goes on and the world burps.