We had little to no internet access during Thanksgiving week, so I’m a little late with my greeting. We had a quiet week at the cabin where we experienced some very cold temperatures and a little ice. I buried my nose in a book for a couple of days and tried to relax.
Over fall break we explored the Bee Branch Trail in Beavers Bend State Park. I really loved it, but I have to say that the only way I made it through was knowing there was pizza and beer at the end of the trail. Sad, I know.
Here’s a few pictures from our hike.
Nathan was out in front of course.
Nathan and Annie went early to the cabin to have lots of fun before I joined them for my Fall break. Just to be perfectly clear — Annie is our dog. She’s not our child. Though, my estimation is that triplets could not be any more demanding than this one little dog. But that’s another post entirely.
So, Nathan arrived at the cabin on Sunday evening and it started to rain Monday morning.
It rained. And then it rained some more.
It was one of those weekends that leave you feeling kind of warm and fuzzy. The kind of weekend you spend with good friends laughing and eating and drinking good wine. Okay, I guess the warm fuzzy feelings could technically be the wine and the lack of sleep. In any case, our friend Brent has a birthday on October 1st. It’s the big 4-0. He and his family live in Odessa, but his wife planned his birthday party in OKC so they could see friends and celebrate the fact we are all getting older than dirt.
Labor Day weekend was a hot one in Southeastern Oklahoma. So we figured we should get right out there in the heat and thumb our nose at the sun. I talk tough, but I’m definitely a fair-weather outdoors person. In fact, I hate the heat and pray for winter each year. Nathan loves summer and truly seems unaffected by it most of the time. So, what better time to go hiking? Actually, we decided to explore a trail we have been interested in and save the hiking for cooler weather. Sanity prevailed for once!
Despite needing rain badly, there’s still some color.
Last week I sent Nathan to the cabin alone. He was voted off the island. Exiled to the country. Get outta here boy and take those dogs with you! Just kidding. He decided to go to the cabin a few days early before I joined him for Labor Day weekend. I think he wanted peace and relaxation. I also think he wanted to cook a bunch of meat! I’ve been meat free since January (still eat fish though!) and I think he wanted to live a little.
He took both dogs with him because I didn’t want Mya to be left alone all day while I was working and we all know that I can’t handle both dogs without physical and emotional support. I was very sad when they all left. But then I drove through Starbucks and consoled myself with a skinny latte. Then, I met a good friend for dinner and wine. And, then I Skyped until 2 a.m., with another friend. I watched stupid shows on TV and lived dangerously by shopping for good granola all over town. I’m a rebel Dottie.
I’ve been working a lot. I’ve had no time for writing or laundry or writing about dirty laundry.
However, I did find these photos from our summer trip to the OKC Zoo and thought that my three readers might appreciate them — especially if you are single.
I had no idea that gorillas traveled in troops — kinda like Boy Scouts.
I walked by this sign today at the zoo and I laughed. Here’s why…
When I was a kid, we often had pets. Not just dogs and cats, but pets like chickens, guineas, pigs, toads, rabbits, deer or any other species that might need saving because they were sick or orphaned. We would nurse them back to health and we would usually release them back to their natural habitat with me crying and complaining the whole time that a deer is a wonderful pet to have. Sometimes, the inevitable happened and then I was crying for a different reason. Living near a thriving timber industry is just ripe for someone driving up in the front yard with a several baby rabbits who were found in the woods near death. And, that’s exactly how we came to have “Chimp” — a baby squirrel.
Our vacation this summer wasn’t all work and no play. We got up super early one morning and headed out to Beavers Bend. We have been doing a little bit of hiking here and there. So, this was my chance to get through a trail without crying and making false promises to God like, “God, I will never hike again if you safely deliver me to an air conditioned restaurant that serves pizza right this very minute!”
No tears were shed on this trail. But, there were plenty of tears later. What the photo doesn’t show are thousands of chiggers just waiting for my ankles to walk by at a leisurely pace. Apparently, my skills at applying bug spray before 7 a.m., are not that great.
Nevertheless, I’m officially enjoying our hikes.
I affectionately call this Chigger Trail.
Last summer at the cabin, I noticed some perfectly round holes in the front porch wood. I asked Nathan about it and he mumbled something about aging lumber, timbers and knots falling out… blah, blah blah. Whatever. A few days later I noticed a bee going into one of those holes. I thought about how much I hate bugs and then minded my own business.
Fast forward 12 months. I see a few more of these round holes.
And so I watched for a while and noticed the bees were going into these holes on a regular basis.
So, I started asking around and come to find out … someone has been drilling holes in our front porch while we are gone! I know, I was as shocked as you are right now.