After leaving Bartlesville, OK, we began our journey back to the homestead. The drive home is always bittersweet – you’re sad to see your trip coming to an end, but happy to be heading back to the comforts of home. Day one of the return trip saw us do the only backtracking of the entire trip. We followed the same route from Bartlesville until close to St. Louis, where we bypassed the city and headed towards Louisville, KY The rest of the entire trip found us following entirely different routes, which was very nice.
The most striking memory that I have of this day was somewhere on the road that morning. I can’t recall if we were still in Oklahoma or had crossed into Missouri, but we came to an overpass with a person standing on it. As we approached, I realized it wasn’t someone walking across, but just standing there. The closer we got, the clearer the image – a large, bushy-bearded middle-aged man dressed in what you’d expect someone like that to be wearing (just use your imagination… you’re probably right). And in his hand was a large confederate flag. He was just standing there holding the flag over the highway beneath him. Very odd. Very southern.