When Mike made our first reservations in Oklahoma, it was only for a couple of nights at a KOA along I-40 between Checotah (Carrie Underwood’s home town) and Henryetta (Troy Aikman’s home town). It was going to be a long drive out of Arkansas through the winding mountain roads of the Ouachita National Forest. He knew we would be ready to stop driving for the day as soon as we got west of Fort Smith and into The Sooner State.
The park was small and loud because it was directly on the interstate. Hooking up was a bit of an adventure on this stop. Mike was having issues with the electrical supply so in order to stay out of the way, I hooked the dogs up outside and walked alone down a path to Lake Eufaula – which was the northern boundary of the park property. There was a chicken coop on the way to the path. I knew good and well that navigating my way past that ‘attraction’ would have been a giant headache with Cessna and Piper in tow, so I wanted to see if I could find an alternate route without having to control them during my exploration.
It was a nice peaceful walk down to the water, but once I got out of the woods and into the open air – the northern wind was howling like a hurricane was blowing in. It didn’t look like we were going to enjoy any part of that lake shore in the near future. When I got back to our camp Piper was waiting outside and Cessna was nowhere to be seen. I figured she had started barking and Mike had put her back inside. I went to check and she wasn’t anywhere in the Monaco either. I looked back outside and she was, in fact, gone from her end of the leash. Crap.
Mike and I split up. I went toward the highway. Since Mike is smarter than I am, he went toward the chicken coop. There she was… trying her best to find an opening in the fence that would allow her access to the hen house. After we got her back home, we both went back over and combed the area for a large collection of feathers. I was dreading the chance that I might have to tell the owner our big dog had just made a feast of one of her cute little chickens. Luckily, her quest had been thwarted in time.
As we sipped our ‘first night martinis’ at sunset, we decided we would spend the next day doing some recon of other RV parks in the area. This one was just a little too far from Tulsa and Oklahoma City. It had been a good stopping point after the drive from Arkansas, but it wasn’t somewhere we really wanted to be for two weeks.
We ended up finding a great spot at Keystone State Park, just about 20 minutes west of downtown Tulsa. After two nights along the highway, we got up early the third day and left the campground by 9:30. It was only about 90 minutes to the next stop, so we wanted to get there and get set up before we lost a whole other day to travel logistics.