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Some of the women who eat gathered last Saturday with their husbands at Susan's house. We assembled to go on an overnight to the Sulphur Springs Inn. The day was planned to follow the successful list of activities that the women who eat and sleep together participated in a couple of months ago.
It was the same, yet different.Bryan, the mayor of Junk City, found men to talk to in our group. They were a little harder to sell to than the women alone were, but he managed to find a couple of buyers. At noon, some of us announced that we were feeling peckish so off we went to a local Mexican restaurant. We sat outside in the sunshine for a couple of hours, talking and eating. It was so friendly and cheerful. Art received the latest state quarter for his collection from the proprietor.
On we journeyed to the Inn. Charlie seemed happy to see us.
We kept very busy that Saturday afternoon.
- We geo-cached, hiking a couple of miles with Charlie, the innkeeper, as our guide.
Bob, Maureen and Susan struggle over the rocks to the cache.
Bob, John, Susan and Carol commemorate the find with a group portrait.
- We biked, hauling a** on big, ol' bikes with fat, soft tires, checking out the various picnickers.
- We waded in the river to see the cliffs at sunset, dousing ourselves in the chilly water and marveling at the quiet broken only by cardinals, wrens and a mockingbird.
- We ate and drank and played music far into the night.
- We steamed and stewed in hot water and went to bed, happy as little kids.
- Sunday morning we decided to hike to Antelope and Buffalo Springs. The whole group gathered around the spring to marvel at the clear water, unexpected in Oklahoma.
Maureen and Sheila engage in deep conversation.
What a trip!
