Home to a hotspot

Unfortunately it was time to say goodbye to the pine-fresh, humidity-free air of Oklahoma and drive back down to Houston. The Texas border was still open - in the southerly direction, at least - which was a relief as we were front page of the BBC! Not because I'd won the Nobel Prize for literature, or peace, or whatever, but because we're apparently the world's worst Coronavirus hotspot. Florida, Arizona, and Brazil might have something to say about that, but everyone knows Texas is always #1.

We spent our last days in the cabin spotting wildlife while sitting around a fire, enjoying a little more kayaking, and hiking around woods that included caves where famed outlaw Jesse James used to hang out! The man had the right idea - now I'm on the lookout for a chunk of Oklahoman land to purchase, somewhere to run to when things (continue to) go wrong.

There are no gators in Oklahoma. At least, I think there are no gators...

Off on the hiking trail!

About as happy as Pete gets on any hike.

Jesse James used to live here, but these gangsters will only steal your heart :)

A good place to hide.

Pete displaying his excellent Cub Scouting skills. He must have a great Den leader.

Hotdogs by the fire.

The neighbours got nosey.

Stinky feet. He gets that from his mother's side of the family.

There was one happy surprise waiting for us at home.