Thursday as I was driving back from being with my son, I decided to cancel my ‘get there syndrome.’ I stopped at Fort Reno and was disappointed that the museum wasn’t open. But that didn’t stop me exploring the buildings. I’m not big on forts but I do like history.
The thought of walking the grounds with a bum knee and it was already hot and humid was not something I wanted to do. Once I was going though, I felt more drawn to certain buildings than others. An ancient cottonwood tree drew me like a magnet. There was a row of them lining what was once the parade ground.
How many soldiers lay in the shade of this one tree? Did they share their plans, dreams, fears of what was to come?
The smell of leather and horse sweat wafted on the breeze from the old calvary barn. For the first time in quite a while, I missed riding my horse. If I could, I’d have taken Gambler–tricks and all–and ridden across the sea of green grass. There’s something not quite so romantic about the little red RAV bumping along.
Life gets so crazy, and at times I just want to step off, slow down, discover what lies just beyond the next hill.