It's been a few years since we visited the panhandle. At one time it was a yearly destination for us, so Lisa and I were excited to go back, and Evalyn was excited to see it for the first time (She's been, but was too small to remember).
If I had to pick one word to describe the day, it would be: "Windblown." If Oklahoma seems windy to most people, the panhandle seems windy to most Oklahomans. The land is flat on a large scale. There are lots of small hills and ravines, but you can see for miles across the land, and there are very few trees, so the wind has nothing to slow it down. The trees you do see are short and all lean in one direction. You can guess why. We also saw groups of cows in one case and horses in another, lined up along their fences, all facing into the wind, the horses with their manes whipping out behind them.
We saw a tumble weed or two, and in one case a tumble cow - that is, the cow was rolling across the prairie, blown off its feet by the wind. Now if you believe that one, I have a few more stories to tell you. We didn't really see a tumble cow, but we did keep our eyes peeled for one because you never know.
Here I am being introduced at the Beaver library, plus a couple of shots of me performing:
Tomorrow: Shattuck and Woodward!
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