Mountain Man Encampment at Woolaroc where we wandered, met Smokey the Mule, and had coffee boiled over an open fire (not for me - I'm strictly a Tea person). The guys wearing the dead animals are Trapper, (whose great uncle died at the Alamo) and Roger, and the other guy is John. (Yes, I chose to be married to a guy who wears goofy shirts.) If Tulsa makes me feel like I landed on Mars, this group must be visitors from one of its moons. (Nice friendly visitors, though.)
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