Drive straight down the barren terrain of I-44 West, until the first Chickasha exit draws you away with its ever-present Festival of Lights sign to an unassuming Highway 62. Go five over in Chickasha, but make up for it by hitting five under when you pass through Verden ten minutes later (it's a speed trap). Ignore the sheep in the Verden Elementary parking lot; they wander freely.
You may start to feel soon after Verden that you've reached the end of Oklahoma civilization, and - well - you may be right.
About five minutes after that, you'll see the muted lights of Anadarko.
Indian City will welcome you with all the contradictions of locked arms and grasping fists.
"In a dark hole," the natives call it, but you'll notice how most of them never seem to leave for good.
A couple of miles down 62, outside the town itself, a sign declares "Oakridge Camp." At the westward edge of this camp rests a newly painted brown house, and outside it the red-dirtiest car that ever parks on campus at UCO.
That's where you'd find me.
"[...]and outside it the red-dirtiest car that ever parks on campus at UCO.
ReplyDeleteThat's where you'd find me." Love it! I think I might've seen that ;)