One of the best things about a driving trip is that it can give you an entirely different perspective about what is sometimes the most frustrating part of traveling, getting to and from your destination. In other words, it really can be all about the journey.
I had a great lesson in that this spring. I was driving south from Oklahoma City and decided to ditch the turnpike for the road less traveled at Chickasha. It had been a pretty uneventful morning, cruising along with corn nuts and a fountain drink until I saw this rising out of a field somewhere along the asphalt of highway 81.
And in the field were more of these bodies, formed from the pieces of the discarded, once well-oiled and functional but now rusty and refashioned.
But on with my rambling. After lunch at an antique store/tea room in Duncan, I headed across the street and found these 2 timely "antiques" at another store.

It's pretty hard to top an afternoon with Bill and Hillary, but I left them for a visit to Medicine Park. This little place is growing up, and it shows in the crowds and the real estate development. I still remember a few years ago when my sister and I mused about moving here in our hippie retirement days and reopening the original brothel as a hotel/restaurant complete with dance hall girls. Unfortunately, I’m still in my hippie preretirement days, and the brothel has moved on just fine without us. Another missed opportunity perhaps, but it's still a great little town to visit.
I was about as far south as I cared to venture that day, but it would have been a shame to end the day without a magnificent view like this one from Mt Scott. I was in the neighborhood, so to speak.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken