June 27 – Waking Up in Tulsa, Okahoma at the Desert Hills Motel
We woke up at the Desert Hills Motel in Tulsa
Today’s journey along Route 66 will take us past the Golden Driller, the World’s Largest Praying Hands, and a quick sweep by The Outsiders House Museum. Then, we will head on over to Oklahoma City, visiting the Auto Museum on the way there.
The Johnson brothers visit The Blue Whale of Catoosa
Visiting The Blue Whale was unique. The story here is that a man gave this to his wife for their anniversary so that she would have something that no other woman in the world had. I told Briar that I never, ever want a Blue Whale for our anniversary. It was fun to visit, but I wouldn’t want to call this whale mine.
We visited The Golden Driller at the Tulsa Expo Center
We visited the National Route 66 Auto Museum in Sapulpa, Oklahoma today and each chose the car we would keep if we could take one home. My husband chose the ’57 Chevy, my sister-in-law chose a classic Jaguar, my brother in law chose the Stryker, and I chose a three-wheeled car with a sweet little face and a clear top so it feels like a convertible but isn’t. The little car I would choose to scoot around in if I could have my pick….I loved the old jukebox that played songs for free!
The World’s Largest Praying Hands in Tulsa at Oral Roberts University. Our husbands sat on the bench as I conducted a bird count in the state of Oklahoma.
Outside Tally’s in Tulsa
Eating is simply divine along Route 66. Retro diners line the whole stretch, and each has something a little different to offer. At Tally’s, we dug in to sandwiches and burgers, and shared desserts – a chocolate milkshake for us!
We found The Outsiders Museum, but it was closed.
A friend recommended Sid’s Diner in El Reno, Oklahoma, so we stopped in to try it.
A word about Sid’s Diner: it’s amazing. The Coney Dog has a coleslaw relish on it that is outstanding. It makes a hot dog heavenly! My brother in law and I bought t-shirts from here!
Oklahoma weather is no joke. The clouds were fascinating to watch. I’m glad there was nothing severe, but the sky became almost a work of art as we made our way toward Texas.
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