To Arkansas and back

First, I’d like to share something my dad told me after my last post.  He said that a nest of squirrels is called a drey.  If you spell dray with an a, it’s a horse-drawn carriage.  Also, contrary to reports you have apparently been hearing back west, our weather today was in the 80’s and muggy, not snowy.  We are, however, expecting a lot of rain and wind to hit tomorrow with possible thunderstorms. Continue reading

Another state under my belt

Yesterday (Tuesday) was the start of our weekend and for once we didn’t have any appointments scheduled in Muskogee, so we decided to go east instead.  Mark has been looking for a part to connect an auxilary propane tank to our RV so we don’t have to drive up to get propane in our tank every time we run out.  It was suggested that we might find the part at a place called Graingers in Fort Smith, Arkansas. Continue reading

Great balls of fire!

As I write, we are directly in a lightning storm.  I mean, there’s no counting 1-1000, 2-1000… for this one.  The whole area around us turns as bright as day for a few seconds and then there’s a crack and a rumble that rattles the floor beneath us.  It keeps going every five seconds or so.  Rain is pounding down on top of us.  I’ve never seen anything like this! Continue reading

Gore: the trout fishing capital of Oklahoma

Gore is such a small town that I think it mainly survives because of the folks Marval Resort brings in.  Being right on the river, Marval caters to a lot of fishermen.  The city stocks the river with trout and Marval has special events for the fishermen who come.  All of this relies on the water in the river.  Continue reading