Wine, music, and rings with horseshoes, AKA gift #4.
Before I was to finally make it to the west side of tornado alley, I stopped at Native Spirits Winery (a Harvest Hosts) just south of Oklahoma City in Norman, Oklahoma. Two reasons I stayed here; 1) I was trying to get through Tornado Alley and to the desert as quickly as possible and 2) Duh…it’s a winery.
When I called to make my “reservation”, Jeremy, the owners son, said it was too bad I couldn’t stay an extra night because they were having a benefit the following day with wine, shopping, etc. Typically, a Harvest Host stay is only one night but I asked if I could stay for a second and he was happy to oblige. When I arrived, Gracie, the resident lab, invited me in to park and then introduced me to Rick the owner who helped me back up in-between to tall shade trees.
I went to the tasting room after settling in, had a few samples and met the family. We chatted for a few hours and I learned about the wines, the family history and the benefit the next day.
Song’s For Sarah—the benefit on Saturday—was in honor of Jeremy’s sister Sara who was killed by the hands of her boyfriend at the age of 21. All the proceeds went to a local charity for domestic violence. I had a few stories to write before I went to join the party, but the live music was calling me towards it so I carried my chair and Macbook over, put my feet up and worked to the serenade of some insanely-good all female folk bands. Sarah was friends with many of the musicians and they come back every year to play the benefit. It was a beautifully hot Oklahoma day and completely filled with love and friendship.
I walked over to explore one of the vendor shops that looked rather intriguing. Vintage t-shirts, clothes and handcrafted leather goods and jewelry, I soon was in a conversation with Ali Carter, the artist and owner of Pigs Fly Shop. She asked if I was camping in the teardrop out front and we started to talk about women’s empowerment and independence. I watched tears well up in her eyes when she began speaking about her two little girls; how she wants to teach them to be strong and capable women who uplift others, which of course, made my own eyeballs leak. After bonding for a good 10 minutes, we gave each other a hug and said goodbye. As I started to walk away, she stopped me and handed me a gift; one of her statement rings made from leather and imprinted with a large, colorful horseshoe symbol.
For good luck on my journey.
I wear this every single time I travel to my next destination—and has carried me over 13,000 miles. So far.
Sunday morning ushered in another severe thunderstorm and I hastily got my trailer hitched up and ready to go just in the nick of time. Sitting through another tornado warning had me yearning for the desert and I couldn’t wait to get myself and my rig outta the alley. Little did I know this would be the last time I saw rain until I reached Oregon, 10 weeks later.
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