Flat! flat like a pancake!

Flat... so very flat. Oklahoma is so very flat that I wonder if this could be natural or if there really were steam rollers centuries ago that my teacher lied to me about. They must have rolled for hundred of miles. Do you realize how many miles you go into Oklahoma from Texas before you see a hill? 56 miles. 56 miles before I saw a hill. It had been so long that the sight shocked me. Have you ever been shocked by a hill?! I certainly hadn't ever. Then, here's the topper. Picture the grapes of wrath, the dust bowl. The moment that I crossed the state line a giant cloud of dust flew across my car! More on my antics tomorrow as I cross the extreme boredom of Kansas and scale mountains in Colorado in a car that is actually taped together at certain points. For now, I have to crawl into my hotel room bed with fingernail sctratch marks ont he headboard and try to pretend I don't know what nastiness I might be sleeping in. Life is grand :)