OKLA-homa!Oklahoma!Oklahoma!

38 flights in 57 weeks. Hope this will be the last one for a while.

I flew out of Bellingham on July 5th bound for Oklahoma.

Said goodbye to my fabulous (supportive) parents. 

Americana. 

OKLAHOMA! OKLAHOMA! OKLAHOMA!

I can't help but think of this scene.
Love Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

Airport. Arrival. Aunt. Uncle. Sushi. 

Cozied up with a Norwegian film, family, and air conditioning. 

Dallas. Texas.

Free trolley! Lunch. Getting lost.

Three hour drive. Trader Joes detour. 

Aunt. Sunsets. Dark chocolate. Sharing.

102 degrees. Mountain biking. Red sand. Grazed knees. Endorphins.

OKC. Memorial.

Route 66. Pops. 600 sodas. 

Mine? Sparkling black currant.

Corn soda. Of course. 'merica.

Goodbyes. Hugs. Blessings. North to Kansas.

On to South Dakota for the Knudson 6.