Dead Indian Creek
We've been here almost a week. Most everyday the wind blows. That's how it is in Oklahoma.
Sometimes its a cold wind out of the north, so it becomes an inside day.
And too there is the occasional thunderstorm.
In between the weather we make the most of our time here.
Beans loves climbing the trees.
I took advantage of a calm day and cooked some cornbread in the Dutch oven.
Its been some time since I was last able to use the oven.
Beans inspects the cornbread.
Finally a nice day for a hike. I thought about trying to walk all the way around the reservoir.
That didn't last too far as the terrain got to be pretty thick with grass and brush.
I did find some bracket or shelf fungi, some of the largest I have ever come across.
I climbed through barbed wire fence and immediately saw this little guy in the grass. I'm bummed the blade of grass was in the way. By the time I was ready for a second shot he turned and slithered away fast. Not much bigger around than a pencil, about a foot and half long and very colorfully marked.
For the most part we have been here by ourselves. One afternoon a lady from Tennessee camped for the night nearby. We got to visiting the next morning and she expressed an interest in seeing inside the RV. I opened the door and as always Beans is right there. "Beans, we have company." She stepped in and Beans went nuts running all around so excited to have a visitor.
She's on the table, on the counter, underfoot.
See me! See me! Look at me! Pet me!
I was asked in the comments if Beans ever slips out of her harness. She did a couple of times early on. I took in a hitch on it and she hasn't done so since. She doesn't even try anymore, which was just a matter of backing up and slipping it over her head. She gets excited when I pick up her retractable leash, stands there and slips her head through the noose. She know we're going out for a walk.