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In desperate need to get away, Brenda and I loaded the RV, put the DR on the back and hooked on to the jetski. We were off to OKL. for nine days. No work, no bills, no kids, no dogs [except Reno]. We had planned to split our stay as usual with somewhere fimilar and then somewhere new. We decided on Lake Texoma and Broken Bow. Texoma was more R&R and not much riding other than a few grocery runs.
Alberta Creek Marina turned out to be a decent place to stay.
We spent most of our days on secluded beachs catching up on some rest.
I saw a few coyotes and found this den along one of the beaches.
Anyways enough about Texoma. After the 4th, we moved to Broken Bow.
We stayed on the Mountain Fork River at the bottom of the lake.
It was nice but no swimming allowed due to water surges from the dam.
The first real riding was a two-up trip I had planned up 259 to Talimena Prkwy, to Sardis Lake and back via the road through Battiest. The first and last pictures I took were on the prkwy. I thought I had recharged the camera but I guess not. I also hadn't yet noticed that the unset date was in display mode.
There were some great views and lots of fun riding up here.
You may notice the beach towel strapped to the DR's seat. This is not a good sign. By the time we stopped in Talhina, Brenda was really interested in how long before we were back. So I scratched Sardis and took the easiest way home 63 to 259.When we got back we had covered 185 mi. [including side trips early into the ride]. While she enjoyed the ride, Brenda was not impressed with the mileage. She informed me that was the last two-up ride for this trip[ I swear I didn't plan this].
The next day I made it up to her by finding our own island on the lake.
Anyways enough about the lake, the reason I really came here was to ride and scout for future trips. There was alot of ground to cover and I thought I had a good plan. I was gonna rent a GPS from a local ATV outfitter and mark up my local wilderness map. Not to happend, no longer rents'em. But not to whine, I had my map, my handy-dandy pocket compass and my tripometer. BTW I was really impressed with the detail on the map. Every single road was labeled. Trouble was there wasn't one road sign on any of my trips.Each day I road early in the morning to mid-afternoon. Then went and jumped in the lake with Brenda. Here are afew pics when I had my camera.
I crossed this dam at least twice a day.
Some of the roads were too maintained.
But I found lots of good ones that weren't.
The smaller two-track roads kept my interest. They were fast and a blast to ride as they rolled through the hills.
But being logging roads they almost always deadended into a clearing.
On one of the days I had my camera, I decided to take a short trip down to popular trout-fishing spot on the river. I couldn't resist some detours along the way but I mostly stuck to the main road.This was the usual boring and dusty ride until I ran into this bull.
When I first came around this corner, he was standing sideways across the middle of the road. I came sliding to a stop and we stared at each other. Then for no reason he turned towards me and alignned his sorry rump behind him. That's when I retreated back around the corner and got the camera out. When I came back he was eating some brush and didn't seem to care what I was doing. Obviously, I only had a few options.. some of which might not have such a good outcome. But the old trick of just annoying him with my horn proved to work.I was surprised with this one, because of his agressiveness.
I followed, honking every few yards and gave him a good blasting if he tried to break trot. We quickly found a place for him to turn off and I blapped past giving him one more for my trouble.
I pressed on and finally arrived at the trout spot.
There were afew people fishing. These would be the only people I saw all morning. In fact these were the first people I'd seen while on a dirt road during my whole trip. That's why I saved Broken Bow till after the 4th.
Here's a pic of a breakwater. Notice the bouys that are part of the downstream alarm system.
It was getting hot so I checked my map, blew done some dirtroads and found Hwy. 70.
I pulled off for a quick tech-check, everythings still there, the wind on 70 felt good.
Stopped off at the casino, just slots no card games. This place cracked me up.
Another welcome back at camp.
And way too soon it was time to get back to our other lives.
Alberta Creek Marina turned out to be a decent place to stay.
We spent most of our days on secluded beachs catching up on some rest.
I saw a few coyotes and found this den along one of the beaches.
Anyways enough about Texoma. After the 4th, we moved to Broken Bow.
We stayed on the Mountain Fork River at the bottom of the lake.
It was nice but no swimming allowed due to water surges from the dam.
The first real riding was a two-up trip I had planned up 259 to Talimena Prkwy, to Sardis Lake and back via the road through Battiest. The first and last pictures I took were on the prkwy. I thought I had recharged the camera but I guess not. I also hadn't yet noticed that the unset date was in display mode.
There were some great views and lots of fun riding up here.
You may notice the beach towel strapped to the DR's seat. This is not a good sign. By the time we stopped in Talhina, Brenda was really interested in how long before we were back. So I scratched Sardis and took the easiest way home 63 to 259.When we got back we had covered 185 mi. [including side trips early into the ride]. While she enjoyed the ride, Brenda was not impressed with the mileage. She informed me that was the last two-up ride for this trip[ I swear I didn't plan this].
The next day I made it up to her by finding our own island on the lake.
Anyways enough about the lake, the reason I really came here was to ride and scout for future trips. There was alot of ground to cover and I thought I had a good plan. I was gonna rent a GPS from a local ATV outfitter and mark up my local wilderness map. Not to happend, no longer rents'em. But not to whine, I had my map, my handy-dandy pocket compass and my tripometer. BTW I was really impressed with the detail on the map. Every single road was labeled. Trouble was there wasn't one road sign on any of my trips.Each day I road early in the morning to mid-afternoon. Then went and jumped in the lake with Brenda. Here are afew pics when I had my camera.
I crossed this dam at least twice a day.
Some of the roads were too maintained.
But I found lots of good ones that weren't.
The smaller two-track roads kept my interest. They were fast and a blast to ride as they rolled through the hills.
But being logging roads they almost always deadended into a clearing.
On one of the days I had my camera, I decided to take a short trip down to popular trout-fishing spot on the river. I couldn't resist some detours along the way but I mostly stuck to the main road.This was the usual boring and dusty ride until I ran into this bull.
When I first came around this corner, he was standing sideways across the middle of the road. I came sliding to a stop and we stared at each other. Then for no reason he turned towards me and alignned his sorry rump behind him. That's when I retreated back around the corner and got the camera out. When I came back he was eating some brush and didn't seem to care what I was doing. Obviously, I only had a few options.. some of which might not have such a good outcome. But the old trick of just annoying him with my horn proved to work.I was surprised with this one, because of his agressiveness.
I followed, honking every few yards and gave him a good blasting if he tried to break trot. We quickly found a place for him to turn off and I blapped past giving him one more for my trouble.
I pressed on and finally arrived at the trout spot.
There were afew people fishing. These would be the only people I saw all morning. In fact these were the first people I'd seen while on a dirt road during my whole trip. That's why I saved Broken Bow till after the 4th.
Here's a pic of a breakwater. Notice the bouys that are part of the downstream alarm system.
It was getting hot so I checked my map, blew done some dirtroads and found Hwy. 70.
I pulled off for a quick tech-check, everythings still there, the wind on 70 felt good.
Stopped off at the casino, just slots no card games. This place cracked me up.
Another welcome back at camp.
And way too soon it was time to get back to our other lives.
I do recall a distinct sense of withdrawl as I crossed each dry bed. It seems the Ozark trip will leave all other trips unfulfilled w/o at least one challenging crossing
