150. Morton, Cochran County

And now we get into the two words that would end up describing the second day in the Panhandle: “dust storms.”  As I was rolling onto town, the dust was up pretty heavy (I thought).  I saw a tractor plowing its way through a dry field and the dirt generated blowing in the wind.  I thought it was a localized phenomenon but it just didn’t stop.  Even once I got to the courthouse (school’s out, no?), everything was viewed through a yellow-brown haze.  I don’t know why it didn’t show up in the photos so I guess I have superior phone camera technology to thank again?

HEEEEEYYY!  Quanah!  I feel like I should take a minute to give credit where credit is due.  There is a reason that Quanah’s arrows always seem to lead me to a cache and that’s because somebody (specifically Espy Seay) set up an entire series of them all over the Panhandle.  There’s one or two placed my other people, but at least one of those was placed with the permission of  Espy Seay (as if he could make that call, but I get it).  My point here is that when I see an arrow, I spiritually thank Quanah, but in a literal sense I should be thanking Espy Seay.  Anyway, I was faced with another disintegrating tractor, but this time my quarry was revealed.  Logged and returned, I got to moving again, swigging water to clear out the dryness and dirt that had crept into my mouth.  The wind and dust ultimately died down so I had clear driving by the time I reached…