After over a year of sheltering-in-place, I am eager to travel again. While many of the people I stalk on Facebook are kicking their summers off somewhere tropical, I spent my stimulus checks already wanted to go someplace closer and, frankly, cheaper. So with 30 bucks in my pocket at an afternoon to kill, last Friday I decided to zip on up 74 and west on 412 to good ole Enid, America to see what kind of adventures I could have.
My first stop was at Café Five 80. For being what I soon found out to be a Christian establishment, the coffee the hipster barista served me was blacker than my soul before I sold it to the devil for Alice Cooper tickets back in 2012. I then sat down and made myself comfortable on a stool in the shop window, passing the hour by sipping my brew, planning my next stop, and watching two guys in pajama pants across the street taking turns on a vape. After this, I was caffeinated and motivated to explore a little more of what Enid had to offer...