By Ben Nitkin on
On the way out, some of our riders saw a stationary boxcar and decided to climb it with their bikes for a photo.
This is Watonga's silo. I'm not sure if it holds wheat or something else. Regardless, these things are uniformly concrete, about 100' tall, and uniformly charmless.
I'm afraid my bad luck with tires continued today. I had a pair of puncture flats on my replacement back tire.
Except for random gas stations. As per southern tradition, there was another shuttered station across the street. This one was open, but hasn't seen a remodel since 1965.
This is Selling, where we stopped for lunch. You can tell it's a big city since there is a combine on a trailer.
A couple of wind turbines. These guys were everywhere, but spread out to far too get a good photo of.
As we biked past, Helen suggested that this is where they got the background for Oregon Trail games.
One of my images from yesterday noted that these South-central towns have three features: churches, silos, and water towers. Today, I'd like to submit a similar description for the plains between the cities (towns, communities, whatever they are): oil wells and wind turbines. It's an odd mix.