The first night of our road trip was spent camping in Petit Jean State park, near the Arkansas Ozark mountains.
The park was named after a French girl whose real name was Amanda, or Anita, or something like that, but it doesn’t really matter, because she changed her identity.
You see, her boyfriend, a French Nobleman, had petitioned the King to go to America to lay claim to some land for France. Permission was granted, however, not being married, the chick was not allowed to join him. (He refused to marry her before such a “dangerous” mission-do you think he was being noble or just being a dick?)
Anyway, Annette or whatever her name was disguised herself as a boy and was alloed to sign on as a “cabin boy”. She obviously did a great job, because even her lover never caught on. They dubbed her/him “Petit Jean” (Little John) and he was very popular.
Upon Arrival at the beautiful bluffs in what would later become Arkansas, the group of early explorers befriended the Indians (we all know how THAT later turned out.) They spent the summer there and the day before setting sail back to France, Petit Jean fell ill. Very ill. Upon her death bed, it was discovered that he was a she, and I guess the Nobleman got all torn up and shit. Anyway, she requested that she be buried in the mountain she had come to love. So, that is the story of where we stayed our first night on the road.
After a 7 hour drive, our second night was spent lakefront on Foss Lake State Park in Western Oklahoma. Oklahoma is really a beautiful state. Did you know it has more shoreline than the Gulf and Atlantic? That’s what the brochure says, anyway! It was 97 degrees at 6:00 pm, but it was a “dry” heat. Being from Atlanta, we’re used to soupy heat. So we pulled our lawn chairs into the water and watched to boats go by. It was the 21 June, the summer solstice, and a very pleasant, if long, evening.
In the campsite down the hill from ours was a family of 5- Mom, a robust woman with a mouth like a sailor, Dad, even more robust, with a penchant for cheap beer, and their 3 tow-headed sons who, upon being locked out of their RV, spent a lot of time fishing.
Around 5:30 am, after steppin outside to squat behind the one tree at our site, I was about halfway back to sleep when I heard a loud, long, deep groan coming from the direction of the neighbors RV. Another groan, and another, this time with a higher tone and heavy huffing. What the….DISGUSTING!!! that perve is nailing his wife with the kids right there! I had a mind to yell out something like ‘Knock it off, Pervert- get a room!” But, being the level-headed and censored person that I am, I just laid there and listened.
Upon waking up, HK asked me if the cows in the field beside us had woken me up. Oh, that;s right, we’re in Oklahoma.