Moving to Salt Lake City and Back to New York City, and Escaping from Oklahoma City, in the time of Covid, Part 2
Escaping from a Small Studio / room Airbnb in Oklahoma City
The first few days of my solo road trip are sunny, scenic — smooth sailing. I drive a short distance to Moab, Utah, on the first day, about three hours south from Salt Lake, and watch the Super Bowl from my hotel room. The next day the sun shines bright again as I drive to Albuquerque, New Mexico, about seven hours. I had randomly been to Albuquerque once before, and being back a second time, I feel like I kind of appreciate the quiet, funky city. The weather is nice and temperate, downtown is quiet but feels kind of hip. I stay in another hotel room for cheap, preparing to wake up early for an eight hour drive to Oklahoma City. And it is on this fourth leg of the trip that the weather, and my luck, takes a sharp downhill turn when I encounter weather which had been unseen in this area of the country “since the nineties.”
I leave the hotel room in Albuquerque at around 7am, departing eastward along interstate 40. The scenery is picturesque — open, dry landscape, very pretty, lots of open space, mountains in the distance. I-40 cuts through Texas before going into Oklahoma, and once I get into Texas, the climate changes very suddenly.
