the thing about wells
Waking up in a cheap hotel isn't much better than falling asleep in one. We'd arrived around midnight the night before after finding slim pickings in the way of accommodation on the road from Little Rock to Oklahoma City. I had to bang on the owner's door to get this fleabag and suddenly my wife's tolerance of my penchant for brewpubs was wearing thin. It wasn't entirely the brewpubs faults however and we resigned that earlier starts would get us to our destinations earlier. Besides, this room wasn't exactly one that you would want to linger in anyway. So, we got on the road early and headed towards the last of my fifty states, Oklahoma.
Oklahoma City was the only planned stop in the state but we had a few things to see in town and surprisingly none of them involved beer. I figured maybe I better give that one a rest after last night. First up was the the Oklahoma National Memorial. It was in the National Park system and since we had a National Parks pass it would be free. That's a good word when you're on a tight budget. It was an eery experience walking around an area of recent mass destruction. Oddly, maybe more so than walking around a Nazi concentration camp. I guess you would think that time would have taught man a lesson or something. It was interesting enough walking around the memorial but found out that the museum that would explain the atrocity was not included with our Parks Pass. So, headed over to the Oklahoma Botanical Gardens as we also had a pass allowing us into selected such places around the US too. This kept us busy for another hour or so and we figured we would then walk around the downtown a bit before we hit the road. As soon as we drove into the renovated warehouse district, I saw not only the brewery I had read about and given a pass to, but a huge sign saying Happy Hour 3-7 on top of it. We parked right outside of it but took a walk around the quaint little area, snapping some photos. As chance would have it, it was just around 3:00 when we got back to the car. My wife smiled at my timing. Funnily enough, there had been no timing on my part. It just happened. Really, it did. The brewery was pretty good too. The beer was nothing super special but at $1.75 a pint, a price I hadn't seen in about a decade, it wasn't bad either. They also had some cheap food so it doubled as a dinner stop. That's the thing about wells. You don't know if they're dry unless you stop to have a drink.