Jim and I got together at a local bar (we always agree to meet at the nearest bar to the town hall where ever we go), then because it was late, we wound up at a KOA. Let me tell you here, pass it on by, the KOA in Santa Rosa. I checked us in, telling the girl that we were one party in two tents. She said OK, that would be $17.50 for a site (which is outrageous in itself). I paid her. While I was grabbing some grub around the corner the manager came along and told Jim that since we were two tents, we'd have to pay for 2 sites. Jim's easy. He paid, and I didn't find out 'til later about it. By that time we were settled in with a little JD and cigars, and didn't feel like moving out. But I won't be back, and I hope you won't either.
It got cold overnight when the front caught up with me again. We heard the radio at breakfast - it had been 105 degrees in Ok City a couple days before, but the high today was to be in the low 50's. We bundled up and headed for Amarillo.
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Well, the day turned nice after all. We headed southeast out of Amarillo on U.S. 287 to Memphis, Texas, where we headed east. By early afternoon it had warmed up some, and by 2 or 3 o'clock we were in southwest Oklahoma on U.S. 62 enjoying sunshine and shirtsleeves, barely.
The road was good, wide and smooth, two-lane mostly, with very little traffic, damn few cops. We moved right along. The scenery through there is mighty pretty, rolling green hills, with well-kept farms and horse outfits. I had never crossed that part of Oklahoma, and didn't expect much to enjoy. Wrong. It's a worthwhile ride, the south-central part anyway, and on over toward Arkansas.
Anyway, come quitting time we came to the little town of Davis, a couple miles east of I-35 on Oklahoma 1, the Chickasaw Parkway. When we stopped for gas at a shop 'n rob I asked if there was a campground around. The kid behind the counter said I must be looking for Turner Falls Park. The turnoff was just back a few blocks, and the park was about three miles south. Yup, I told him, that's just what I'm looking for. We went.
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Well, it is just what we were looking for. Now lots of folks figure Oklahoma's just flat: not so. Turner Falls Park is 1700 acres atop a limestone mountain, and from the top you can damn near see Dallas, or so it seems. There's a beautiful stream that runs through it, and the stream has cut pools, some of 'em big enough to be swimming holes, and that's how folks use 'em. There's a store and a lodge, and there are some RV sites at the bottom, but as you climb up the mountain (I'm gonna guess it's 1,200 feet high) things thin out and the first thing you know there are just firepits around, and a few tables. No shelters though, on top.