Everyone gave us a warning about the "snow" we were supposed to get this weekend although I could sense a little excitement in those words of foreboding. We are, after all in Guymon, the dust bowl and home of the tumbleweeds. A little white powder would look nice especially near Thanksgiving. We woke Monday morning and this is the total accumulation we got.
Feeling inspired by the whiff of cool air (having lived in cooler Michigan for 10 years), I gathered my Uggs, coat, hat and gloves and decided to walk around town. Guymon is a small town where you can get anywhere in less than 10 minutes. This morning I decided to walk down to the coffee shop which is a good 10 blocks (and spent time with the Coffee Club). After coffee I also walked down to the office which was 6 blocks away. Cars drove by possibly wondering why I was walking. I certainly was the only one traveling by foot. Friends who I met at the coffee shop mentioned that people in Guymon are not used to seeing walkers and that people may actually think that I needed a ride. A friend of mine does not walk alone because of safety concerns.
I love to be out walking or running. I love walking because it gives me a chance to listen to, smell (Yes! and sometimes it does smell) and feel the vibrations of the city. Lots of cities are actually desirable for their walkability. Transforming a city only necessitates a change in behavior. And, imagine the fossil fuel we can save my not making those unnecessary trips.
So, if you see me walking or running, don't worry about me. I am just getting to know my hometown.
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