![]() It asks you what your first destination is. When you select the route from the list, you would expect it would navigate the route you chose. You plan a route from A to B with various waypoints and shaping points (Garmin terminology). Once properly set on its track, it does the job of navigating well (or as well as its definitely faulty maps allows) but the interface for planned routes is clinically stupid. The GPS tries to play us false once again. Alas we did not seem to take any pictures of such yearning pairs. It is interesting how often a solitary pair of trees will face each other across the road, one often leaning across the tarmac toward the other as if yearning for companionship. Trees are few and far between, but jagged and dramatic where they do occur, usually singly or in pairs. (Later we see a map of the dust bowl at the Devil’s Rope museum that confirms that this is indeed where it happened.) The land still rolls, but it seems like larger waves, and greens give way to browns more and more with every mile. Now you can imagine a dustbowl happening. The landscape changes quickly west of Oklahoma City. Themes for the day: into the West, barbed wire, weak beer, parking meters, and killer slip roads. This entry is part 7 of 22 in the series Grand Tour ![]()
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