The sign in front of Arkoma’s school says “Ice Cream Social” followed by a date and the words “Bring detergent.”

We’ve made Oklahoma.

It’s late in the day for mule travel. Two hours before sunset, you’d better have a place to stay or you’ll be driving your tent pegs by starlight.

I continue down Highway 9A, out of town. An hour later, I find lodging with Jason and Stephanie Shelton.

Jason’s a fellow traveller.… Continue reading →