Thursday, September 5, 2013
Breakfast came in the form of a small restaurant tucked behind the lobby of a Ramada Inn. We tried, and failed, to blend with the locals. I was worried about what we would get but our food was excellent and cooked perfectly. Its nice when things like this sneak up and surprise you.
Ken and I noticed city names that were familiar: Wetumpka, Enterprise, Eufaula. Alabama and Oklahoma had further similarities, both Eufaulas were lake towns. The water swallowed both sides of the road and the beauty helped fuel my second wind.
It grew darker as we pressed on. Since setting up camp in the black was inevitable, we stopped to eat. The Eaton Hole served authentic home cooking and featured live music. The food was great and the portions large. It was a challenge to get back in the saddle.
We soldered on. Fort Smith, like OKC, was much bigger than I was expecting. We managed to get lost more than once before swallowing our man pride and asking for directions. We found our stop and talked to a couple Sturgis bound riders. Lit solely by flashlights and lanterns, we set up camp. I was bushed and fell into a deep sleep, lulled away by the soundtrack of nature and the gentle talk of my companions.