One of my favorite bands, Son Volt, has a song called Looking At The World Through the Windshield. The first part of the chorus goes like this ...
Oh I'm looking at the world through a windshield
Seeing everything in a little bit different light
Watching it fly by me on the right
And that is what this post is. A mostly pictorial view of my trip home from Norman, Oklahoma. Only the pics were to my left and they are of limited quality since they came from my cellphone.
This first shot is just outside of Weatherford, Oklahoma. There are probably sixty or seventy of these wind generators alongside I-40.
It is windy all across the Texas Panhandle and Western Oklahoma more days than not, and wind power is the latest greatest thing. Although I haven't noticed our electric bills getting any cheaper despite the free natural resource. And when I say windy, I mean windy. Thirty and forty mile an hour winds are commonplace.
Which is exactly why I choose to live in the bottom of a canyon. Sometimes it is eerie to hear the howl overhead and not be able to feel even a breeze. Especially at night.
The above shot are of the giant cross at Groom, Texas. The billboard claims this is the largest cross in the Western Hemisphere. It stands 190 feet tall and can be seen from twenty miles away. You can click to find out more. So I've been told Zach Thomas a middle linebacker for the Miami Dolphins had a lot to do with the construction. Rumor has it he fronted the money for the project. Zach Thomas grew up in the small town of White Deer which is nearby and played college football for Texas Tech.
This was my view for much of the trip home.
I got behind this cattle truck who was doing about eighty five and together we ate up the miles.
For those of you who've never followed a cattle truck let me tell you there are a few drawbacks.
Inside there are two levels and both of them are crammed full of living, breathing -- crapping, hamburgers on the hoof.
The truck in vented so they can breath and stay cool. Those same vents let out a hearty aroma along with various body fluids that squirt right out. Following too closely can lead to an extremely filthy windshield. I only pulled up this close to snap a couple of pics and then I backed away. But not because of the smell. Here in Texas we refer to the earthy scent of cow shit as the smell of money. We are used to it for the most part since there are some massive feedlots in the area. The wind has a tendency to carry the smell for miles.
If you'll notice there is a tuft of brown hairy cowhide sticking out one of the holes at the top of the trailer. I tried to snap a pic of one particular cow that kept sticking its tongue out a hole, but getting a picture, holding my vehicle straight, and not running into the back of somebody else proved to be too difficult. I also skipped taking a picture of the large green stains down and back a bit. I figure most of y'all have imaginations strong enough to paint your own image.
Yeah I know. There's not much exciting here, but then again there's not much exciting along this particular stretch of I-40. By the way much of this was also part of the famed Route 66.