On May 20th, we moved to this beautiful state park just southeast of Tulsa, near the town of Wagoner. Some of you (Patty?) may wonder about the spelling. Many of us, esp. Californians, are more familiar with Sequoia, as in the gigantic redwood trees. BUT did you know that the tree is named after a famous Cherokee warrior (warrior/linguist/hunter/fur trader/goldsmith)? And his name was spelled (or at least reproduced as) Sequoyah.
We scored an excellent site (#9, if I remember right) in the Seminole campground. This was not a FHU - no sewer (although we might have been able to release our grey water with a garden hose - I'm pretty sure I saw someone else doing that there), and no 50amp, as I recall. There were FHU sites available, but they were farther away from the water and with no view. So we "roughed it" and had the best view/location in the whole park!
There were these little grey-brown butterflies all over the place. The trees were covered with them, and boy were they doing a good job of bark-blending!
Tractor checks out a neighbor's rig. Cool...
Another pretty little winged thing.
And another...
And another! Although this is a bit bigger one... Remember the scissor tail (scissor-tailed flycatcher, to be precise) from Texas? Well, here in OK, it's the state bird!
Here he (she?) is again, settled down on a branch.
And Mama and Papa Goose with gosling.
Well, maybe more than one gosling...
A favorite past time that we would see a lot of on this trip!
Our site was right next to the playground - good thing for Scratty & Tractor!
In-sync and high-stepping it!
Tractor's at it again.
At first, I just thought this was a pretty sunset with the cloud making God rays.
So I took a lot of photos of it. Now, on reflection, and after being reminded that that night was our solar eclipse, I'm thinking that blob I see in the middle of the sun is not cloud material, but the moon! It's pretty round, and I do have a series of it diminishing...
Peek-a-boo. How many deer can you see in this picture? Or, how many deer can see you?!
These poor deer. If you were to see them up close, you'd notice what look like deformations or growths on their faces (ears, eyes, etc.). I'm not sure, but this place is notoriously loaded with ticks... Pretty gross.
Our old boy, relaxing in the grass (we were hoping the mowed grass would be OK - that all the big time ticks would be in the taller grass just a few yards off).
Just another incredible sunset, from another lovely evening.
On these warm nights, sitting outside our RV, we felt as if we were in some sort of magical nature diorama. And I guess really, we were! We'd watch the deer silhouetted along the lakeshore, be enchanted by fireflies flitting about, listen to the crickets, frogs, and cicadas, and marvel at the bats zinging around above. Not bad.
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