This is a good thing because it allows me to get pictures like this:
...and I get to see nifty towns like this:
The official greeter in Davis, Oklahoma
Later in the day, we passed over a railroad crossing and my son said, "OH MY GOD THAT'S A RARE BELL!"
He said it's called a teardrop bell and there aren't many around anymore. I'll take his word for it. He knows his stuff.
We spent a lot of time chasing trains and waiting for trains on this road trip, but then again that's a big part of my own family's history.