How big is your love? This behemoth of a cross I encountered in Oklahoma reminded me of a probably even bigger one I passed back on leg 1 of my trip in Kansas. Amazing displays of faith in middle America.
Ever since northern Arizona there hasn't been anything worthwhile for me to take notice. Just a lot of nothing really. I'm sure if I had more time I could find some interesting points to visit somewhere, but I would be hard pressed. So I'm just trying to cover lots of miles right now to get me home. Just get in the zone and zoom down the road.
Back in New Mexico I did ride through my first thunder storm. That was exciting. The dark weather system I encountered was massive. After it was over, it took me well over an hour to cross at 70-80 mph. So it was huge. When it started raining and winds got gusty I pulled over to put on my rain suit. There was nowhere to hide since I said to heck with the last rest stop. But it looked like the road ahead was pulling to the south of the storm and I wanted to get to my hotel before nightfall. I started out always noticing the lightning strikes to the left of me and monitoring the direction of the road in relation to the strikes. Right in the middle of this thing I was overtaken by the claustrophobic feeling from that darkness down on me. It looked like a big black mothership looking to take me to hell. Where there were some cars on the road before this thing, now there was just me and a rare straggler. Did these people know something I didn't? Got through it all right but I should've stayed at the rest stop in retrospect.
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