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Cherokee Nation
|| Separated || Crack|| Latitudes || Orleans || Cherokee || Roswell || Cave || Sands ||
|| Rio || Canyon || Hoover|| Hot || Crime || Trees|| Pacifica || Links ||
We left Arkansas, and raced through Texas as quickly as possible. I haveno intention of ever returning to Texas. Next we entered Oklahoma, where I managed toschedule a stop at the capital of the Cherokee Nation.
Being one quarter Cherokee, I had unfortunately only been exposedto the few remaining descendants that had remained in North Carolina, escaping the Trailof Tears forced march to their new home. While North Carolina is a lush, heavily forestedstate, the Cherokee Nation is nothing but sand. Even though I expected nothing better, itwas both bleak and sad (I am pleased to report that since my trip the Cherokee tribe inNorth Carolina are now the proud owners of the largest casino on the east coast!).
For whatever reason, I had strongly desired a stop here. The ever morehostile Angie and Kara had reluctantly acquiesced, mostly due to Sarah and the children'sdesire to see sites with historical interest. As we readied to get back on the road, Ichecked my engine. I was completely out of oil. The dipstick was completely dry. Withtemperatures in the high nineties, I had narrowly avoided what could have been adisastrous afternoon.
With a tip of my hat to the spirit in the sky, we resumed our journey. Next we would visitNew Mexico.
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