The last stop for the journal was the Arbuckles and Turner Falls in south central Oklahoma. Half way between Oklahoma City and Dallas, this is a beautiful break in the smooth countryside of farm fields and ranches.
We had small window of warm weather before the arctic blast hit and we spent it camping on the side of Arbuckle Lake. The sound of the waves gently hitting the shore was soothing and reminded me of home. Until moving to Oklahoma, I had always been walking distance to a lake either at the cottage or my last house of 11 years.
Unlike most of the state, the water here is clear and pools take on a teal green. The sound of the waterfall filters out noise from the surprising number of tourists that flock here. I was lucky, one group had just left as we arrived and the next was on the way up the trail when we left. So, for a few moments, it was ours alone. When it was time to go, I knelt down at the edge of the big pool and let the cool, crystal clear water wash over my hand and continue down the river.
And so, my part of the journey with the journal is over. The journal is on its way to Virginia for its next USA adventure…