Me, I am my kids' teacher

We hitched up and drove out to meet the Chisholm Trail last night in Okarche. We found them about midway of their month long reenactment of driving 250 (real) steer across the state up the Chisholm trail as part of one of our state's Centennial events. Modern conveniences sure are slowing them down. They have to go around fences, highways, box stores and other obstacles of the 21st century. We got there too late to see them come in, but we visited the camp, saw the tired steer, tired cowboys and tired horses.

We also saw that the re-enactors (I read somewhere that one is a priest who took his vacation to do this, much to the concern of the members of his parish) CHEATED. We spotted store bought bread on the chuck wagon, cattle trucks ... and a travelling port-a-potty. Can't blame them.

It was a great adventure for our family, and the kind we like best. Country. Free. No expensive concessions. And no tshirts to buy.

After, we found a park in Okarche and had a picnic, watched the sun set below a wheat field. And discussed again whether we could survive out in the country if we had a farm. The pull is strong!

Posted in: on Tuesday, September 25, 2007 at at 8:44 AM