The Santa Fe Trail did begin by crossing through Oklahoma, at least not on the Mountain Route, however, it entered the state of Oklahoma through a southern route called the Cimarron Trail, or Cimarron Cutoff. This southern route did traverse across almost fifty miles of the state of Oklahoma. This portion of the Cimarron Trail was located in the extreme northwest area of the panhandle in a location about 11 miles west of where the borders of Colorado and Kansas meet on the north side of the state of Oklahoma.

The area where the Sante Fe Trail first enters Oklahoma is along the Cimarron river where it crosses into from the state of Colorado. Then, from this location the trail generally follows a southwest trek across Oklahoma for nearly fifty miles until about midway down the western border of Oklahoma, the Sante Fe Trail exits Oklahoma into the state of New Mexico.

Awake, rise and dress in my fall blues, step outside and begin to pack out. Once all my gear is stowed away, I start the jammer engine, drive forward twenty feet and then put the transmission in park, step outside and police the campsite. Then, when the area is to my liking, I get back into the jammer and drive into town and stop first at the d-mart for more spring water, then to a ff-mart for coffee, egg biscuits, and then com and computer. I get caught up on my journal writing but when I try to upload my work, the WiFi here at the ff-mart does not allow me to to this. So, I pack out and drive north on US 287 into Oklahoma wanting to drive to a state park for some hot water.

From Dumas, Texas, I drive north on US 287 and then into Oklahoma to Boise City, drive through this town and out the west side on SH 325. Then, this highway turns north, arrives at an historical marker indicating that this is where the Cimarron Trail, which was the southern route of the Santa Fe Trail crossed Oklahoma on its way to Santa Fe, New Mexico.

After stoping at Black Mesa State Park in west Oklahoma, I drive back to Boise City, then connect with US 56 and begin driving northeast towards Kansas. Here on the Great Plains it has become very dry and most every thing is brown, well, except were the irrigation and water sprinkler systems are operating.

The land here in the Great Plains is mostly flat with an occasional ravine or arroyo providing somewhat of a view. As I drive northeast, I follow a railroad and at one arroyo, I come upon a Cimarron trestle.

However, for most all the way up US 56 and into Kansas, I continue to see fields crops, some harvested, some not long in the ground and every so often, I drive into a small farming community, each with their grain towers along the railroad track and a water tower in their town.

As I continue to move northeast, I see the same thing over and over, first large swaths of fields with an occasions homestead and then a small farming communities.

As I get closer to Kansas, I begin to see large egg production structures. I did not recognize what these rows of similar building side by side were at first, but as I drove past the building, the stench indicated to me that they were large building full of live animals and then I realized that it could only be chickens. Why, with all the grains that were being grown in the nearby fields, why not use so to increase profits.

Shortly after seeing the egg farms, I came upon another equally smelly. These would be the Feed Lot farms, where thousand of cattle were huddled together in pens and fed the same grains that were being fed to the poultry. Of course, all of these grains in these large farms are from those made at Monsanto industries which have the genetically modified organisms.