Father and son
See the orange moon?
Our trip to Little Sahara turned out great. We had a decent little three bedroom house to stay and I made Ree's rib eye steak recipe with onion/blue cheese sauce. I grilled hamburgers the next day. We had pancakes for breakfast one morning and the next morning we went to a cafe for their buffet filled with good selections. I had to do a little extra cleaning on the bathroom but the super cold air conditioning made up for it.
My husband and son and I rode all day and night. We were able to ride from the house to the dunes on our four-wheelers. On the way home we stopped in Enid and ate at El Chicos.
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention that my husband rolled his four-wheeler on Saturday night and I rolled my four-wheeler on Saturday. Boy, was that an experience! Both of us were fine, just surprised, but we were wearing our helmets. And on sand it is a soft landing. I actually just slipped off mine and it rolled over on top of me and then one more time before landing on its tires. I was in the middle of it where your leg is and there is just enough room for clearance. I remember thinking as it was on top of me that I hope it goes on over. And it did. My son came to my rescue immediately. I was trying to go up a really tall dune and decided at the last minute that I wasn't going to make it so I did the wrong thing- I turned sideways. Something you don't want to do at the top of a soft backside of a dune unless you are going fast and are turning on purpose and I suppose a lot more experienced at driving than me. I fell off and it turned over on me. It all happened quickly but it seemed longer. The four-wheeler didn't turn over immediately, it just hung there for a second and then it was on top of me for a second and then back off and on its wheels. I actually didn't mind the experience, of course mostly because I wasn't hurt but I don't want to do it again. Now anywhere else besides sand this would be much more dangerous.
All's well that ends well.