On this particular day, I was driving and my spouse was the navigator. He spotted something on the Roads of Oklahoma map that we had, thought it was both interesting and close to where we were. Now, I am not saying he was wrong about his assumptions, especially the one that involved the relative location of the fascinating thing. All I’m saying is that he directed me down a series of roads that got less paved and less wide and less navigable the further we went. What the hell ever we were looking for never showed up and I finally had to make a 15-point turn on a tiny, sandy road to get us back to where we were supposed to be.

You may be wondering what the error was that led us down a road to nowhere. It was, interestingly enough, the fact that *someone* was actually looking at the WRONG PAGE of the map book, which put us about a half a county away from where we really were.

But at least we saw this.

Route 66
near Bristow, Oklahoma*
photographed 4.29.2023

*possibly