The wind blew last night. I felt it through the camper. This morning, I see streaks of water on the window. I also see drops rippling the newly formed puddles in the campsite. Once outside, I notice both chock blocks six feet from their wheels. The rain is over. I catch a glimpse of a clear sky before the sun peeks over the tree tops.
We gave up the last two nights here and booked two nights in Kansas. Last night, we packed up the screen tent. It is dry in the car. We drive into Beaver for cooler ice and groceries.
The drive today will be short, thirty minutes by car. We say farewell to Oklahoma.
And, hello to Kansas. We stop at the State Line. Our feeble attempt at touristy activity.
We decide to drive into the Meade Wildlife Management Area on the way to the campground.
Now at the campground, we stop at the office to check in. We find out that the hiking trails are closed. Multiple lightning strikes three weeks ago burned portions of the State Park.
The camper is hooked up to water and electric. It is hot. We are in the sun, so we walk around the lakeshore and come back to our site hungry. We find shade and nibble on snacks.
The biting flies, small to large, are vicious and dive bomb through clouds of repellent spray to any bare skin with Kamikaze determination and precision.
Another day ends.
