If you're reading this Dad, Happy Father's Day! I miss you. Wish you could have been with us.
The whole N./S. clan went to Oklahoma today for a fabulous catfish dinner and took me along. The Judge and Ms Laney gave me a tour of the genuine Chisholm Trail.
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Mr. and Mrs. S. next to a Chisholm Trail historical marker |
This area is where they would drive the cattle over the Red River. The line of "woods" in the photos is actually the edge of a deep and wide ravine. It was formed by the thousands of cattle being driven over a bluff. At the river, the herds fording the water would be packed so thick that cowboys could walk across their backs to get to the other side.
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Close view of the ravine |
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long view |
Hoping to be back on the road tomorrow. Route and timing depend on a few factors I'm still working out. Available graze, water, funds/months left, better tent, etc. Whenever we leave, I plan to come back here in the future to visit new lifelong friends... big-hearted people, beautiful country.
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