Missouri to Oklahoma

No rain last night and no flash flood.  So we were able to get out of the campground at the crack of dawn... (Well it was crack of dawn somewhere.)

Back in the deep dark recesses of this blog, I wrote of our last visit to this campground several years ago.  The morning we left, there was a box turtle in the middle of the entrance road that we rescued.  Well, guess who was back! Right at the same spot.  The next time we come through, he's turtle soup.

Or maybe a hood ornament?

 Also like last time, the road-kill count was exceptionally high.  Mostly armadillos.  No pictures, a little gross.

The rest of the day was not so exciting.  It was Oklahoma after all.  Except for racing the wall cloud to tonight's campground.

We're not in Kansas any more Toto.
"Of course we're not .  We're in Oklahoma  -  Arf Arf"

Good night from ????

Dorothy and the Dog