Author name: PapaMarshall

We started the day early (for us).  Don’t know why, we just both woke up and decided it was time to go. So after our complimentary breakfast we loaded the car and departed for the last leg of our odyssey. One advantage of an early start in this part of the country is that you

Those of you who have experience in this corner of the world will wonder why we chose to take the Albuquerque – Gallup – Shiprock route rather than the traditional Albuquerque – Farmington – Shiprock route. There are a couple of answers.  First, because that’s the route Irma (our car’s GPS) chose for us. Now,

Following breakfast we bid farewell to the Norman contingent and headed west. We spend the day following the path (if not the actual) Route 66 across Oklahoma, North Texas, and New Mexico ending the day in Albuquerque. Because this was basically a travel day there won’t be many photos. We did get a shot of

We started the morning by throwing the grandsons in the car and driving to the Jasmine Moran Children’s Museum in Seminole While new to us, the kids had been there a couple of times in the past and knew where to go and what to do. They also had a small train that took us

After a morning of “getting some work done” Cheryl, Kim, Jesse, Spencer, and I took off after lunch  to head up to “the city.” the first stop was the Science Museum – a rather amazing place with exhibits geared to all ages. Not pictured (for obvious reasons) is the planetarium show that Nana, Papa, and

We Left Memphis this morning by way of the Mississippi River crossing (That’s a BIG river!) And made our way across Arkansas and into Oklahoma. We knew we had crossed the line when we stopped at the first Oklahoma Rest Stop: Shortly thereafter (actually not really short, but since we were involved with the denouement of

We actually planned our return trip around Memphis. (We regard it as serendipity that Norman is a day’s drive west of Memphis – and on our way.) The last time we were here – traveling with the (Jr. High Aged) kids – we didn’t take the opportunity to experience any of the jazz for which

Today marked the end of our eastward trek, and the turning our feet (car tires) westward – toward home.  Reluctantly?  No.  Eagerly?  No.  As we did I remembered my reaction to The Hobbit.  They had all those adventures getting there, adventures in the cave with Smaug, and then they went home.  Really? That’s it? They