Bowzer Slept Here – 3/3/08

BOOK I – Pre Flight Checklist

After weeks of preparation I am ready to depart. No, make that years of preparation. No, decades.
After a lifetime of preparation, I am ready to depart.

The jeep has passed the January shakedown cruise to New Orleans and Florida like a champ. It has been lubed, tuned, timed, and re-oiled. The camper has been redecorated, restocked, and parts have been replaced. Bowzer has had his monthly flea and tick treatment as well as his heartworm medication. Likewise, I have been to the dentist, the ear and nose doctor, the heart doctor, and I got a haircut. All systems are go.

(camper as purchased with BBQ pig)

Camper newly decorated

In the past week God has been speaking to me via fortune cookies. Friday 2/29, “ The stars will shine tonight. All is well”. Saturday 3/1, “A new environment makes all the difference in the world”.

I am in the right place, and this is the right time.


BOOK II – Departure

We know we are no longer in Kansas (Dorthy), because the big sign says Arkansas. Why this state is not spelled “R Can Saw” instead of “ArKansas” can only be attributed to the fact that the Native Americans of this area were very poor spellers.

Interstate 40 to Little Rock is a series of cracks, patches, and very rough spots. Anyone who believes Gov. Huckaby has done wonders for this state need only take a ride on this road to be convinced otherwise.

The sky is full of dark clouds and thunderstorms. WKNO is airing the original stoner RockManEnough. Kettledrums are booming, as is the thunder, lightning is flashing, violins are screaming, the rain is coming in sheets………Bowzer is sleeping.

I love storms; all is as it should be.



BOOK III Okalahoma

Our first night finds us in Sallisaw, Ok. about ½ inch of snow on the ground.
As we drive Hwy 40, we’re listening to Eckhart Tolle’s The Power Of Now. He urges us to stay in the present. The future’s not here, and the past is behind us. These words of wisdom have absolutely no use on the interstate. You’d better be looking at what’s coming towards you and be very aware of who you've past as well. I can see the future rushing towards me, and as long as it stays on it’s side of the highway all will be fine. In my rear view mirrors I see 18-wheelers I passed a while ago, gaining on me, the unseen air their forward momentum compresses and pushes to either side causes havoc with my stability. Put that in your pipe, Eckhart.

The next exit is Lotawatah Road. Now this in itself is a fairly absurd name, but it leads to lake Eufala !! We must inquire. We stop at the Quilt Barn and question the locals. Just where did these names come from? “They are Indian names”. Bowzer is snickering, and I suppress a guffaw. “Surely not” says I, “Oh yes” we are assured. So I’m to believe the Indians were trying to say – “you falla in a lotta wata”, or something like that. Perhaps these are the same Indians who named r-can-saw getting the last laugh. Just because they never invented the wheel, doesn’t mean they weren’t clever with their linguistics. No disrespect, but I now must believe that on the Trail of Tears some of those were tears of laughter. Dumb white man, he falla for anything.

The next town boasts a winery. “Just like California, but not as fruity”. Seems “Broke Back Mountain” never played here.

Next a very large sign declares that we are now at the home of Carrie Underwood 2005 American Idol winner, only to be followed another larger sign boasting of the home of Troy Aikman, famous football player. Well, I guess after the musical “Okalahoma”, faded from popularity these Sooners had to grasp for any tidbit of fame and tourist attraction.

Then we arrive at beautiful El Reno, Oklahoma.................

Brings back lots memories of time spent here, about six months worth. That’s a whole different trip and another story in itself.


Now, dotting the landscape surrounding El Reno, windmill turbines casually spin in the afternoon breezes. They look so majestic, so free.

I tip my lance in salute as Bowzer, Don Quixote and I are gone into the sunset.

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