… as Jethro Bodine would have said. Not all days feel like I’ve landed in paradise. Today was one of those. We’re short-handed by one. That leaves three. Two were…

Back about 1960 I was a Cub Scout in Maysville, Oklahoma. Mom was a Den Mother. Apparently there was a merit badge available for making a scrapbook; I can’t think…

Today is Monday. The picnic areas are empty. All but a few campers and a handful of fishermen are home, on the job in their office, their store, or their…

Willow Creek — clear, cool and from time-to-time home to tasty trout — provides a restful place for a mid-day break. But the water level is dropping. We’ve had .25…

But when we were watching the beaver paddle around, she was absolutely uninterested.

IN the 1950s and early ’60s, Turner Falls was a lightly developed swimming hole south of Davis, Oklahoma. We lived north of there in Maysville, but Turner Falls was fairly…

And good people. They are where you are and they will find you.

I sorta thought our visitor count Easter weekend was impressive. Unh-uh. For this weekend, all 105 of our campsites and cabins were reserved well in advance. The owner of Allegheny…

Along about 1962 — I was in the fifth grade and brother Bert was in the third, so let’s accept that I was 10 years old and a happy enrollee…