9/7/2018 - Saturday - Big Red Barn RV Resort

9/7/2018 - Saturday -

Big Red Barn RV Resort - Carthage, OK

More rain and heavy traffic. The campground was off the beaten path...one of those roads that keep getting smaller and smaller the further you go until you begin to wonder if you’ll be able to get out if you miss a turn. However, the signs kept pointing the way so I forged on, and, sure enough, there it was.

Campground is really unusual. Off the main street there are at least three houses, two of which appear to have RVs parked in front of them, and one pull-behind trailer appears to be lived in.

On the campground side, things were almost empty. Aside from the camp hosts, really nice folks, there were three other rigs. Sites are long level gravel, with split rail fencing separating the sites. They’re placed where one side faces one way, and the other side faces opposite so the hook up sides are facing. Great for privacy.

Molly made her usual excursion and we settled in for an afternoon of drizzle off and on. In between we’d take short walks to give both of us some exercise.

Then...EXCITEMENT!!! Five horses came galloping down the road and running amuck through the yards and campgrounds. All of us were chasing them trying to trap them except a couple of the campers who were taking pictures. Didn’t occur to anyone that without ropes, etc. the best we could do was hang around a neck and get drug through the mud. “Here’s your sign!” Last I saw, they were galloping down the road in the direction from which they’d come. Kim, the campground host, said they had no idea whose they were or where they’d come from, and no one appeared to be following them. I love a good mystery!

Pictures - as usual, if you want to see more click here. Only a couple of different shots of the site.

Spiritual Reflections

The day has been another quiet one. Listened to Our Daily Bread, prayed a little bit but mostly just enjoyed the solitude. I’d really forgotten how much a hermit and vagabond I am at heart. Most of my childhood on the ranch was lived in solitude. Ralph, my older brother, and I never really had much in common, so most days I would saddle up Post Toasties and ride until supper time. Two fallen trees formed a little cozy retreat and I populated it with bones, skulls, etc. that I found in my wanderings. When I was teaching Survival Training in later years in the Navy, I became aware that I was a rare breed. Someone who was comfortable with themselves. Many of the city boys (not sexist, there weren’t any women in the ranks in those days) had never been alone in their lives. When they were left alone in the wilderness their biggest challenge was themselves.