Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam, and the speed limit’s 75.
Took some time to nurse my emotional wounds and spend time with the family back on the east coast this weekend (happy birthday Ry!!). I had lots of time to think while sitting in traffic on I-95 and have decided I am ready to forgive and forget and head back to good old Oklahoma. Since I never got a chance to post about the Wichita mountain wildlife refuge, I decided this would be a great “I forgive you post” to remind me just how great Oklahoma is.
Last Monday, Alex and I drove the “scenic route” from Quartz Mountain to the wildlife refuge.
Very scenic.
As we drove up to the refuge, I couldn’t contain my excitement. Having played Oregon trail many, many times as a child I was ready to buy supplies, caulk the wagon, and ford the river. (As a side note, I know the Oregon trail went through Kansas and not Oklahoma but it’s pretty much the same topography, right?) Luckily for me the refuge was even better than playing Oregon Trail. I know, I know, you’re asking yourself, how could anything be better than Oregon Trail? I think the pictures I took speak for themselves.
It was like we were in the Oregon Trail except no one died of cholera! Amazing! This is hands down one of the best places in Oklahoma and a legitimate reason to come visit (I’m talking to you Alli). I am planning on bringing all visitors to this magical place. Maybe next time we’ll even stop to feed the prairie dogs and my life will be complete.
Oklahoma Love 