The Indians have surrounded Tulsa with turnpikes. Bottom line is: you must pay to enter or leave.
Winter sunsets are beautiful and desolate in Oklahoma, and show nothing but these endless hills. Inevitably, back away from the highway, someone will be burning something, but you'll never get to see just what.
I've never seen so many roadside memorials than here in Green Country. Makeshift crosses on the shoulder or median, marking the place where Travis or Bethanee
or Luis drove their Escort into a tree/a ditch/oncoming traffic.
Winter sunsets are beautiful and desolate in Oklahoma, and show nothing but these endless hills. Inevitably, back away from the highway, someone will be burning something, but you'll never get to see just what.
I've never seen so many roadside memorials than here in Green Country. Makeshift crosses on the shoulder or median, marking the place where Travis or Bethanee
or Luis drove their Escort into a tree/a ditch/oncoming traffic.
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