Almost four months after writing my first post On Camping, I actually went camping. Of course, I didn’t think to take a picture of the tent! But we stayed near a lake in northwestern Oklahoma (well, NW OK if you don’t count the panhandle. And let’s be honest, I tend to not count it…). We didn’t spend much time at the camping location, though. It was a chilly weekend, so unless we wanted to fish, there weren’t many fun lake options. Plus there was a burn ban for the entire state, so no hanging out around a campfire.
We ended up spending the better part of Saturday further north at his deer lease. We drove from deer stand to deer stand checking feeders, cameras, and fences. Well, he checked those things. I read Cannery Row by Steinbeck 
Once he wrapped things up there, we stopped at the Gloss (or Glass – apparently there is a name dispute) Mountains. I’d heard of the mesas that exist in that part of the state, but I’d never seen them. I’ve always spent most of my outdoorsy time in southern/southeastern Oklahoma, so the vast landscapes of red dirt were fairly new to me. We pretty much had the space to ourselves, so we took our time walking up and around the main mesa formation. The views were pretty spectacular.
On our way back on Sunday we stopped at this cool old bridge. Apparently he puts up with my need to stop at random places to take pictures, and I put up with his need to do make a situation as dangerous as possible. (Exhibit A: Him climbing aforementioned bridge.)
I came home to a needy little cat, piles of laundry, and a flat tire (that he aired up because he’s awesome, obviously). That’s life, isn’t it? A wonderful weekend away ends with a slap in the face back to reality.
But I went camping, y’all. For the first time, a guy actually followed through on his promise to take me camping. Gotta say, it is kinda nice to date someone who actually does what he says
