Sunday, April 12, 2009

Road Trip

Yesterday, Bob woke up and said let go somewhere. We hopped in the car and took off for Meers. So many of our friends have eaten at Meers and loved it. Bob has been trying to get a group going there for a long time, but everyone has been too busy. Our first stop was at Chickasha at a Sonic. Bob pulled out his computer to check the route. His GPS would not come up with Meers. That is when I got the brilliant idea to play "Where in the world are Bob and Cindy?" Boy did that backfire.

Driving down the road, we saw this giant lizard. I made Bob turn around to see it again. This thing is off the road and had I not been looking out the side window, I would have missed it. While she is really pretty, she begs the question ...why? Why is there a giant lizard standing there watching the trees. She isn't even pointed at the street. One of life's little mysteries, I guess.





To get to Meers, (at least on our route), you go past Mt. Scott. We took the tour up to the top of the Mountain. The view is breathtaking. The weather was clear and you could see for miles.





















I am only posting a couple of the pictures here. I have posted all of them on Facebook.










I don't know if Easter was on my mind, but at one turn out ... far off into the distance is a wind farm. My first thought was "there are dozens of crosses". I guess because of the distance, they had a hazy look. They were beautiful. These picture do NOT do them justice. You might have to squint a bunch.
































I was amazed at the number of people sitting in chairs on the side of the mountain sketching the view. When Bob was Athletic Director, we had to go to out of town ball games. One time, we loaded up Bob's mom and the girls and stopped at Mt. Scott. I have a picture of the Mimi and the girls with the view behind them.

Next stop was the Wildlife Refuge. I was too slow to get a picture of the sign that said to be on the lookout for wild buffalo. Sure enough we saw a herd. A bit further down the road, there was 1 single buffalo standing there.



We rounded this curve and there were cars parked on the side of the road and dozens of motorcycles lined up. Welcome to Meers. I got out and went in to get a table, only to be told the wait was about an hour. No phone service, so Bob comes in. He goes and sits outside and I stand in line for 1 hour and 5 minutes.


As you can tell from the picture, this place looks sorta weird. I am not sure if I would have eaten there, but so many people rave about the place, we had to try it. They are famous for their hamburgers, but while Bob was sitting outside, he kept hearing people talk about the Chicken fried Steak. Bob opted to get that while I got a "small" hamburger.
The servings were huge. Bob finished most of his, I ate half of mine and Bob ate a third of it.
















They serve homemade ice cream, so we got a Cherry cobbler with ice cream. I ate two bites and nearly melted into the floor. It was awesome. Bob ate less than half and could not finish it. Sorry, the picture didn't turn out.

To learn more about Meers, visit their website at meerstore.com.

Bob has already said we are going to get the group together and make a return trip.

There was no broadband service until we got to Elgin. I booted up the computer and left the following Twitter update "next clue. Have been to highest point in Oklahoma and ate at world famous hamburger joint." I was blissfully unaware of the firestorm that I had created until a couple of hours later, when Bob's phone rang. Now everyone in the world realizes why I am not a teacher. I don't know Oklahoma Geography. Let me set the record straight ... Mt. Scott is the 3rd highest point in Oklahoma. Black Mesa is the highest. Bob said "I knew that". I guess I need to get him to proof read my stuff. LOL

I still had to get groceries, so our last stop was at Wal-Mart for groceries.
We had a full day and a great time.

I am ready for the next road trip.

Happy Easter to everyone. Have an enjoyable day with family.

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