After staring at the same four walls since whenever all this virus stuff started, we decided to take a break. "Where can we drive to that's less humid than Houston and we won't see another soul?" was the question. The answer was obvious: Oklahoma!
I don't know much about Oklahoma, being a Sound Of Music chap myself, but it's the state that's directly north from us and rudely separates Texas from Kansas and Colorado with its ridiculous panhandle. We drove around Dallas, through a massive thunderstorm or two, and were soon in rolling forested hills without another car in sight.
We'd found a literal cabin in the woods in which to seclude ourselves, and the sign on the gate said the owner was a member of the Texas and Southwestern Cattle Raisers Association; the first thing we look for when choosing accommodation. The track to the house passed the outside loo, which was a bit of a worry, but thankfully the modern cabin has two toilets inside, as well as wi-fi. All you need for a week of isolation.
Since then we've been kayaking, hiking, bird watching, chasing fireflies, and generally wondering how we could make this lifestyle long-term and sustainable (although the wi-fi is a little slow). Meanwhile, Houston has been hit with flood and plague so...yeah, I guess we're Okies now!
Our cabin.
Our toilet.
The very rare sight of Hannah actually relaxing.
Checking for more wildlife.
A spot of fishing at the local lake (results: fish need not worry).
The real reason we bought kayaks.
A little more fishing, with the same outcome.
Staying 200m apart.
A walk in the woods.
And there are plenty of them.
Just like Bournemouth Beach.
