Gallery: Cartagena, Day Three


Castille de San Felipe


In the tunnels of Castille de San Felipe


Fruit for sale on a street corner
Scenes from the Caribbean


Cartagena old and new
Cafe de Mar

Gallery: Cartagena, Day Two

Street scenes in the old city:


Bill and Simon Bolivar surrounded by pigeons in the Plaza de Bolivar

Courtyard, Palace of the Inquisition

Entry, Palace of the Inquisition

Old city wall, overlooking the Caribbean

Dinner along the wall

Dancers in Plaza de Bolivar

Gallery: Cartagena, Day One

Calle 37
Bacco Trattoria
Calle de la Moneda
Calle de la Moneda
Calle de la Moneda
Calle de San Augstin Chiquita
KGB bar at Plaza Fernandez de Madrid
Near Plaza Fernandez de Madrid
Near Plaza Fernandez de Madrid
Near Plaza Fernandez de Madrid
Clock tower at Plaza de Los Coches

Legends of the Canyons

img_7778Congratulations to Art Peters, curator of the Hinton Historical Museum, on publication of his second book, “Legends of the Canyons, A Collection of Legends, Stories and History of the Canyons in North Caddo County.” Bill and I hiked with Art in one of these beautiful canyons last winter and one of my photos from that excursion is on the cover of Art’s book, which is available at the Hinton Historical Museum, just north of the entrance to Red Rock Canyon State Park, or by contacting Art at or (405) 542-3181.

For more canyon photos, see my post from that trip, Gallery: Secret Canyon and for more about Art’s work in Caddo County and his research on the 1849 California Wagon Road, see The “Natural Mounds” of Caddo County and my story from Oklahoma Today magazine, The Great Golden Way.

More from the Butterfield

The second day of our trip on the Butterfield Overland Mail stagecoach route through Oklahoma yielded some treasures. See Retracing the Butterfield Overland Mail Route for photos from the first day.

Looking down a trace of the trail near Mountain Station, southwest of Wilburton.
Road sign for Mountain Station Spring.
Bill walking a rugged section of the old trail at Mountain Station.
Mountain Station spring, still flowing.
Structure along a dry stream bed along the trail — an old mill?
Cattle in the trail southwest of Mountain Station on ranch land.
Deer were abundant and not very concerned about our presence. On ranch land southwest of Mountain Station.
A creek crossing near the route.
Butterfield Trail marker in a section of the trail at the Atoka Confederate Cemetery.
Section of trail at Atoka Confederate Cemetery.
Confederate graves at Atoka Confederate Cemetery.
Marker for Boggy Depot Station in a stretch of the trail.
Passing under a railroad bridge near Colbert, Oklahoma as we near the last station.
We found the Colbert’s Ferry Station marker late in the day.
We couldn’t reach the actual site of Colbert’s Ferry on Red River, but this view is a short distance upstream from it. The ferry crossing was near the old bridge abutments visible right of center.

Retracing the Butterfield Overland Mail Route

Continuing our exploration of the route of the Butterfield Overland Mail stagecoach route through Oklahoma (begun on a short trip last year about this time). The Butterfield stage ran from 1858 to 1861 and 192 miles of its route traversed what is present-day southeastern Oklahoma. Today we started in Spiro, Oklahoma and made it to a point southwest of Wilburton, visiting Trahern’s (we’d already been to Walker’s), Holloway’s, and Riddle’s Stations as well as Brazil Cemetery, Edwards Store and Mountain Station. Another full day tomorrow as we continue our travels toward Colbert’s Ferry on the Red River.

Crossing Brazil Creek on a steel truss bridge.
Brazil Cemetery
At Council House Spring, Trahern’s Station with the Watson Family
Lily and Josey, children of Kelly and Jonathan Watson, at Trahern’s Station
Near Dog Creek Settlement between Trahern’s and Holloway’s Stations
Butterfield sign along the road.
Riddle’s Cemetery near Wilburton


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The Obelisk Tour

In central Oklahoma, the weather between Christmas and New Year’s was sunny and warm and I was ready for a road trip, but I didn’t have time to get too far afield. Where could I go within an hour or so’s drive of home? I like themed travel — burning gas “for a reason” makes it seem more like a treasure hunt, so I set off with my cameras and a Clif bar to photograph all the Ozark Trail obelisks remaining in Oklahoma.

Not to be confused with a modern-day hiking trail in southern Missouri, this Ozark Trail was a network of roads predating the federal highway system, a predecessor to Route 66. The Ozark Trail Association was organized in 1913 to promote road improvement from Missouri to Arizona. It was the brainchild of eccentric entrepreneur “Coin” Harvey, founder of Monte Ne, the northwest Arkansas resort now immersed under Beaver Lake.


Twenty-one foot obelisks marked some of the Ozark Trail intersections but, not surprisingly, very few remain. Two are in Oklahoma — in Stroud and Langston — and a replica in Stratford is worth inclusion in the tour. I set out to visit and photograph all three of them and other interesting spots in between.

From my home in Norman, a short jaunt down I-35 took me to Purcell, where I left the interstate for secondary highways and county roads. I drove through downtown and across the Canadian River bridge into Lexington, continuing on Highway 39 east to Highway 102, then south to the community of Wanette. There’s little left of Wanette’s downtown but a cafe. It’s worth a stop for the ambience and a good burger. (insert photo).

Cookie’s Cafe in Wanette

The road continues south out of Wanette and turns into N3350/Drummond Road. It takes you to a historic steel truss bridge over the Canadian River. This was built circa 1903 as a Santa Fe railroad bridge and later converted for automobile use. There are pull-outs on both ends of the bridge for one or two cars and you can easily scramble down underneath the bridge and walk out on the river bed.

Wanette-Byars Bridge

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Continue south of the river to Highway 59 into the community of Byars. Like Wanette, there is little here but empty buildings, but one historic structure houses an operating general store. Old motorcycles sit atop the awning over the front entrance so you can’t miss it. Again, it’s worth a stop for a cold drink.

General Store in Byars

Travel south out of Byars on a mixture of paved and dirt roads to Highway 19, which takes you east into Stratford, known for its peaches. There, if you are hungry and it’s not peach season, get a burger at McGee’s in Stratford’s downtown, just south of the highway. Across the street south from the burger joint sits a small downtown park with, strangely, an obelisk. It certainly stands out against the early statehood architecture. According to the inscription on its base, it is a replica of an Ozark Trails marker placed on a north-south route from Tulsa to Dallas (not on any of the maps I’ve seen so far). The original, which also stood in downtown Stratford but had been pushed over and buried, was exhumed and restored and now stands on a private ranch nearby.

Obelisk in downtown Stratford
Bank building in downtown Stratford

Stratford sits at the intersection of Highways 177 and 19. Take 177 north to Asher. If you have time, a side trip to Sacred Heart Abbey, located about 7 miles east of Asher, is worth the effort. See more at

Cemetery at Sacred Heart Abbey

Back in Asher, just east of the 177 and Highway 39 intersection, turn north on Division Street, which is Old Highway 18. This concrete, curbed highway was commissioned in 1924 and an original remnant runs from Asher to Tecumseh. The 1930 steel truss bridge over Salt Creek is picturesque and makes a good photo stop. While I was there taking pictures, a friendly man in a pick-up stopped and asked, “Are you inspecting our bridge?” I explained I was just out taking pictures for fun. Sadly, these visually appealing old bridges are constantly being replaced by nondescript concrete versions. No doubt the new bridges are safer but the loss of historic value and visual appeal is unfortunate — and also one of the realities of the passage of time.

Salt Creek Bridge on Old Highway 18

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Just north of the community of Romulus (the Oklahoma highway map also shows a corresponding community of Remus east of here) and before it runs back into 177, turn on Fairview Road. This curving paved road goes east to Highway 9A. There, turn right and follow 9A into Maud. Maud also has a decaying downtown but after awhile taking photos of old buildings falling in on themselves just gets depressing, so I didn’t stop. Continue through Maud east to Highway 59 and then north on 377  to Seminole. As you enter town, on the east side of 377 is historic downtown Seminole. This is not depressing. It’s a historic downtown extensively lined with brick streets and appears to be flourishing. The train depot houses a Mexican restaurant and the Union Bus Depot a hamburger joint — historic buildings repurposed and apparently well used. I had my Clif bar and other places to go, so I continued north.

Union Bus Station in Seminole

From Seminole, it’s a highway trip on 377/99 to just south of Stroud. Turn off the highway at County Road 900 and drive west to 3540, then north to 890. Here is an original Ozark Trails marker on an original stretch of dirt roadbed of Route 66.

Ozark Trail marker near Stroud

According to a National Park Service web site on Historic Route 66, “The U.S. Highway 66 corridor created in November 1926 often took advantage of the pioneering work in road construction carried out in the early 20th century by private and local ‘good roads’ associations from Missouri to Arizona. As part of the organization’s regional effort to modernize Oklahoma’s roads, a local subdivision of the Ozark Trails Association constructed this segment between 1915 and 1917. Today, this section remains in its original condition as a so-called ‘improved’ dirt road–a dirt road that was occasionally graveled and graded. It is approximately 18 feet wide, but with variations, as there is no precise edging to the pavement. An old and rare Ozark Trails Monument–a 21-foot stone obelisk that marked the intersection of Ozark Trails roads–sits at the eastern end of the segment. On the western end was the Dosie Creek Bridge, a steel truss, wood-decked structure constructed in 1917, then demolished and replaced in 2004. In the middle of this segment are two original stone Box Drains probably built in 1917.”

Other sources say the marker was originally installed in 1920 in downtown Stroud and later moved to this stretch of Route 66.

Ozark Trails marker near Stroud

After I photographed the obelisk I drove west a short distance and quickly identified the box drains by orange markers placed on both ends. I parked on the side of the road and scrambled down to explore. The drain is deep enough to walk through and I took a moment to do so, thankful that we hadn’t had any rain recently and the surface was dry. By the cracks in the rock, it appears this historic structure may have to be fortified or replaced soon, hopefully the former.

Box drain on original roadbed of Route 66 near Stroud


Click here for National Register of Historic Places documentation for this stretch of the Ozark Trail/Route 66: NRHP Documentation

From Stroud take Highway 99 north to County Road 850 then west to the community of Kendrick. Continue on county roads north and west to Highway 18 and drive north through Agra to Highway 33. Turn west there and within just a couple of miles turn north on Highway 108, which will take you into Ripley. As you travel north on Highway 108 you’ll cross the Cimarron River. On the north side of the river, beneath the bridge, you’ll see a road running east and west along the river bank. This is Ghost Hollow Road, another interesting side trip. Read more about it here:

Continue north to E. 56th Street and turn east. This looks like a private drive but it’s a public road, winding around to a north-south road, 3430. Turn north there and as you travel you will see to the northwest a hilltop with a dark mound of trees at the top. It’s hard to tell but there is a rock outcropping here known as Irving’s Castle. It’s on private property but the owners keep a road mowed through the pasture to this historic site.

Irving’s Castle
Irving’s Castle

Drive to the top and you’ll find the formation Washington Irving made famous during his 1832 “Tour on the Prairie” through what would become Oklahoma, likening it to “the ruins of some Moorish castle, crowning a height in the midst of a lonely Spanish landscape.” Cedars have grown up around it in the interim, making the rock less prominent from a distance, but it is remarkable in this landscape nonetheless. After my visit I read that there is a bronze plaque on the formation but I didn’t see it. Either I just missed it while I was there or it has been removed.

I highly recommend reading Irving’s entertaining account of his adventure, available at public libraries or free on Kindle:

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Return to Ripley and continue south back to Highway 33, then turn west toward Langston. On the way you’ll pass Coyle and Saint Francis of the Woods, a retreat center I have visited briefly but haven’t explored.

Just past Coyle, the Langston exit pops up on the left. Here there are two streets to choose from, Sammy Davis Jr. (did he ever visit here and if so, when?) and Logan/Indian Meridian. Take Logan south to Washington, where the obelisk is located in the middle of the intersection. It also marks the Indian Meridian (a separate marker also stands at the intersection), which divided Oklahoma and Indian territories before statehood and remains the reference point for all land surveys in Oklahoma.

Obelisk in Langston
Indian Meridian monument in Langston

As far as I know, these are the only Ozark Trail markers in Oklahoma. I read that in Miami a monument to the Ozark Trail was being considered but don’t have any more information. The sun was setting as I headed west on Highway 33 after bagging this third marker. It was a short trip to Guthrie, where I jumped back on I-35 for the drive back to Norman. It was a perfect way to spend a winter day.

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Gallery: Secret Canyon

Yesterday, Bill and I went for a hike with Art Peters, curator of the Hinton Historical Museum, to visit a canyon west of Hinton that Art had previously not explored. Art has been compiling information on canyons in the area for a book he is about to publish and this was an opportunity for us to enjoy a fun day of canyon hiking and for me to enjoy some great photo ops. We called the unexplored canyon a “slot canyon” because of its narrow opening, although it probably wouldn’t really qualify as a slot. Nevertheless, it was an exhilarating day and we got to walk with Art to the source of this “new” canyon, where we dubbed the spring, “Art’s Spring.”


Okmulgee Lake Rising: A Pilgrimage

Above: Julie Monigold Roberds’ photo of the Lake Okmulgee Spillway

The sun, low in the November sky, illuminates the yellow leaves of an overhanging tree; I duck beneath it, hopping from boulder to boulder on the shore of Lake Okmulgee. The water sparkles with late afternoon reflections but I’m attracted more by the huge limestone slabs bordering the lake. They bear inscriptions, and I’m helping my friend Julie look for one carved by her husband Frank during their courtship, now more than 40 years ago.


We are disappointed in the effort and Julie wonders if she might have the location wrong, but we see many other young lovers’ dedications preserved in stone at this spot near Big Rock Shelter — some likely less successful than Julie and Frank’s — and I wonder how explorers of the future will interpret them. Broadly speaking, these are petroglyphs, and perhaps in another 500 years some archaeologist will draw fantastical conclusions about our culture from these stone carvings. This was a sacred place, they might say, a place where the ancients of the 20th and 21st Centuries traveled to inscribe symbols of devotion to their gods. This is not much of a stretch, given theories surrounding the rock art of the desert southwest. I wonder when it stops being graffiti and starts being history.

Yet the notion of this place as sacred has a kernel of truth. My trip here in my 60th year is not unlike a pilgrimage — a long journey not in distance traveled on this autumn weekend, but in years, in footsteps, in growing away, and back again. I’m here gathering with a few good friends to honor this place — this body of water and its surrounds — which holds great meaning for us.

Interior view, Big Rock Shelter

The lake itself came into being in 1928 with the damming of Salt Creek to improve the water supply for the City of Okmulgee and control flooding. But the original spillway was unable to contain the flood waters, which threatened the integrity of the earthen dam. After disastrous flooding between 1930 and 1935, the City of Okmulgee worked with WPA engineers and architects to reinforce the spillway portion of the dam, resulting in the 1939-1940 construction of the massive limestone cascade on the northeastern side of the lake along Highway 56. Now known simply as “The Spillway,” it gives a unique aesthetic to the park and was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1999.

The 2016 transfer of the Lake Okmulgee property from the State of Oklahoma back to the City of Okmulgee triggered action on an idea my Okmulgee High School classmates and I had briefly flirted with during a reunion: Gather on a beautiful weekend for a hike at the lake, a beloved icon of our youth. For me, it was natural to suggest a hike. I’d rather hike than just about anything, and I’ve done it in the Himalayas, along the Mediterranean, atop the Great Wall of China, high in the Rockies and deep in the slot canyons of the Colorado Plateau. But never had I hiked at Lake Okmulgee.

Likewise, I’ve camped all over Oklahoma and the southwest, but never had I camped amid the Cross Timbers on the shore of Lake Okmulgee. (The largest existing contiguous tract of Ancient Cross Timbers is just north of the lake in the Okmulgee Wildlife Management Area.) In my youth the lake was a natural extension of my hometown, a place of picnicking, exploring, socializing, and romance, but the concept of a hiking trail was foreign to me then, and I knew nothing of camping.

The trailhead near Red Oak Campground

Since then, a trail has been constructed amid the post oak and blackjack — actually reconstructed and enhanced, as it incorporates landscaping and a path built by the young men of the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC)  in the 1930s. This, the Oak Leaf Nature Trail, is the trail I suggested to my classmates, and we scheduled a weekend in the middle of November, 2016.

To several of my friends, November seemed a bit too late in the year for outdoor activity, especially when I brought up the idea of camping. Margaret Harlan-Hess graciously offered her lake bunkhouse as more conventional shelter, but I was determined to camp in the park anyway. It was about the integrity of the experience. And, in fact, late fall is the perfect time to be outdoors in Oklahoma. Ticks and chiggers and mosquitoes and poison ivy are less of an issue and the daytime temperatures are cool enough for comfortable physical exertion. It’s chilly at night, but over the years I’ve acquired the gear necessary to sleep comfortably in freezing temperatures and the skills to build a campfire.

Julie Monigold Roberds and I took the lead; we set the date and sent invitations to our “Okmulgee Lake Hike and Camp.” Our mission: to promote the lake as a desirable location for recreation, encouraging people to get outdoors and bringing awareness to the community that the park is a lovely place for hiking and camping.

Scenery along Oak Leaf Nature Trail

Ultimately, even though we promoted it to the public, we ended up with only a handful of participants. But a special group of people comprised that handful. The newest of the relationships among these six women goes back to junior high, the oldest to the hospital nursery. These are truly lifelong friends: Julie, Debbie Yeager Cheney, Carla Mantooth Pilkington, Kay Rabbitt Brower, and Rebecca Abbott. That Julie is Director of Adult and Career Development at Green Country Technology Center and a member of the Okmulgee Main Street Board of Directors, and Kay is the Executive Director of the Okmulgee Chamber of Commerce, is not coincidental to our intention to promote the lake as a loosely related element of the “Okmulgee Rising” endeavor.

The designated Saturday in November arrives, and I drive over from my home in Norman — the “back way” to the lake through Okemah and along Highway 56 — and set up my tent in the Red Oak Campground at the camp site closest to Big Rock Shelter, which we have rented for the occasion. Big Rock is the largest intact structure of those built in the park in the 1930s under the Works Progress Administration (WPA), another New Deal program which provided work for local people during the Great Depression.

My campsite in Red Oak Campground

I am nearly finished pitching my tent when Debbie arrives, having driven up from Grapevine, Texas, bringing lunch for the group. The day is cool but sunny; by the time for our hike at 1 p.m., it should be perfect weather. Soon, Julie is here and the three of us break out lawn chairs and warm ourselves in the sun as we wait for the others. By one o’clock, Kay and Rebecca arrive and we walk from Big Rock Shelter to the Oak Leaf trailhead, just down the hill on the other side of the boat ramp.

Big Rock Shelter

A few weeks earlier, I came over to pre-hike the trail, wanting to assure I wouldn’t lead the group off into something dangerous or difficult. Just under a mile and a half in length, the path follows the shoreline from the Red Oak Campground to a spot near Pin Oak Landing, or vice versa. Some spots are rocky and there is a bit of elevation change, but overall it is fine for beginning hikers who don’t get in a hurry. From the trailhead at Red Oak, there’s an option to take a flat, paved section for the first half-mile to the Black Jack area. Along that paved section, stone steps — probably of CCC origin — are located at intervals along the bluff, ascending to the lake’s best view, “The Scenic Overlook.”

Scenery along Oak Leaf Nature Trail

So I know what I am getting these ladies into, although they don’t. Since my hope is to facilitate a wonderful experience they will want to repeat, I’m glad we have the paved section to start with and a glorious afternoon for hiking. We stroll along the path, noting the steep staircases, but I urge the group to refrain from climbing them now, knowing an easier way to get to the same spot awaits. No one protests.

Julie leads the group along the Oak Leaf Nature Trail

We emerge from the asphalt strip into the parking lot for the boat ramp near the Black Jack campground, where we walk along the road and pick up the trail on the north end of the area. There, the trail splits. Continue on the south side of the road and it takes you along the shore to Pin Oak Landing. Cross the road and climb the stone steps on the north side, and you can hike a loop trail, but it doesn’t have much to offer.  We stay to the south, picking our way along the narrow, rocky trail. A picturesque bluff bids us take a break and there we explore a bit. Soon we reach trail’s end at “The Cliff House,” the midpoint of our out-and-back excursion.

I wonder how many people know anything about The Cliff House these days. If you approach this spot from the main park road, you’ll see a sign warning you that it’s dangerous. It does indeed look rickety; large timbers prop up the high stone wall. The stone foundation appears quite solid, though, and I often see fishermen here when I visit, so I know I’m not the only one boldly testing the integrity of the structure.

Cliff House ruins

At this spot in 1938 a boathouse and dock were built, and later it was converted into a nightclub and named “The Cliff House.” It was a popular nightspot until it burned after a lightning strike. In my imagination this is a place of romance on par with the Long Island party scenes in the 1954 movie, “Sabrina,” in which an orchestra plays “Isn’t It Romantic?” in the background and beautiful people sip champagne and float around a dance floor, doors thrown open to the sea breeze. If I could travel through time, The Cliff House is a place I would visit in its heyday. I might see my ancestors dancing the night away. Of course, the reality wouldn’t be as glamorous as a Hollywood movie, and perhaps not glamorous at all, but would be intriguing nonetheless.

Stone stairs at the Cliff House

Back in the 21st Century, we pause in the ruins for a snack and a gulp of water, then begin our return trip. This time we take the unpaved route at the south end of the trail, which brings us to the Scenic Overlook. This high, western-facing slab of rock with a spectacular view of the lake is well inscribed by past visitors and perfect for a picnic or a stretch in the sun. And it’s a good place for a breather after the short climb. As natural as it looks, it was built by the CCC. But it’s one of those things that hasn’t changed in my lifetime and I love that about it. This spot, like many at the lake, feels like mine.

Julie and Rebecca take a break at the Scenic Overlook

It’s all downhill from there, as they say, and we arrive back at the trailhead soon after. Our walk was not quite three miles and and no one broke an ankle or passed out, so I call it a success. It’s certainly a good start for our fledgling hiking group.

It’s only about 3:30 when we return but the daylight hours are short and the shadows are already getting long. Soon Carla arrives; a pharmacy owner, she has had to work most of the day but drove down from Sapulpa for a visit. It’s cooling off and we get a fire going in Big Rock Shelter’s massive fireplace, wondering aloud how many others have done the same in the past 80 years.

Fireplace, Big Rock Shelter

We spend the rest of the afternoon huddled around the fire in pleasant conversation, cooking hot dogs and s’mores over the open flame. At dark, Carla and Debbie have to leave and Julie and Kay adjourn for a night of relative comfort at the Hess cabin. Rebecca braves the cold to camp with me and we go down the road to my campsite.

Debbie, Julie, Kay, Rebecca and Carla
Julie makes s’mores

With another campfire going in the rock fire ring, we break out camp chairs and talk on into the night. Rebecca has decided to camp in the back of her car and finally I bid her good night. My sleeping bag beckons as I step away from the camp fire, but a fog has settled over the dark waters of the lake and I walk toward the shore, just a few feet away. I linger there for a moment, hoping that the fog still lurks over the waters when the sun comes up. Sometimes it’s all about the photo op, and a foggy sunrise is one of my favorite subjects.

I sleep warm and comfortably, and awaken — to my delight — to the hoped-for heavy fog. I hurry out of my tent and down to the lake, using another set of those CCC steps, carefully inching as close to the water as possible on rocks slick with moisture. Falling in is something I don’t care to do, especially with the heavy Nikon in my hands.

Early morning fog near my campsite

I pick my way along the water’s edge and try to be patient as the fog changes, thins here, lifts there. A mound of trees across the lake — amber in the sun’s early rays —mingles its color and shape with the white mist on the water. The sun gets higher in the sky, burning away the fog, and I finish with photos. I hear Rebecca getting around and text Julie to let her know we are making coffee. I’ve brought my JetBoil and a French Press for a civilized brew.


Julie and Kay return with the news that there was no heat in the bunkhouse but they kept warm under mounds of blankets. I start the campfire again and we linger over coffee for several more hours, reluctant to let go of the weekend. Eventually it’s time for everyone to go back to their usual lives, but we talk of the next time. I’m happy to hear my friends want to do this again.

As Julie and Kay are leaving, Rebecca tells me about another rock shelter just down the road. I’m intrigued and we decide to explore a bit more. At the south end of the campground we find a small shelter in a quiet cove. Of course the interior is spray painted with graffiti — modern pictographs? — but the structure is a treasure nonetheless. How could I not have known of it before? I am almost embarrassed, having thought I knew so much about the lake. From the shallows on the beach Rebecca picks out handfuls of crinoid fossils and hands them to me. I put them in my pocket, a gift for my granddaughter.

The small rock shelter Rebecca showed me

One thing we did not do on this weekend was visit the Spillway, but during my previous visit to scout the trail I took the time for that ritual. Atop the massive structure it is easy to feel worshipful. Even dry, it inspires awe, and after heavy rains the powerful and deafening 40-foot cascade is a wonder. I stepped across the huge stones along the 250-foot length of the spillway, remembering moments of youthful romance. My memories make this place something special indeed.

By noon that November Sunday, I am driving west toward my life in Norman, ready to be home but satisfied with my pilgrimage. Yes, for me and my friends there will be a next time in the sacred place we call Lake Okmulgee. And our hope is that, for others, there will soon be a first time.

Susan Penn Dragoo was born in Okmulgee and graduated from Okmulgee High School in 1975. She currently enjoys a freelance career in travel writing and landscape photography from her home in Norman.


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