My mom gets anxious if things don’t go as she plans. I know, not because she tells me, but because since I was a very small puppy, I have been able to read her feelings. You might say I am psychic. So, I knew that she was worried when we first started out on our road trip. She spent the first few days on the road cancelling reservations and researching where to go instead. We never knew what we would find when it was time to stop driving and rest.
We had not planned to go through Oklahoma but had to go north and around Louisiana where a lot of people were sick. One afternoon, we exited Interstate 40 at a town called Foss, Oklahoma and drove to Foss State Park.
When we backed into our campsite, I looked out the window and saw a beautiful large lake called the Foss Reservoir. I didn’t know it then, but Oklahoma has the most manmade lakes and reservoirs of all the states in the United States.
Once Dad got the trailer set up, the four of us went for a long walk. We passed cottonwood and chinaberry trees. Mom made us get our picture made under Oklahoma’s state tree, the Redbud. We saw fields of grass blown flat by the wind. Mom started singing a song about Oklahoma, “where the wind comes sweeping down the plain. Where the waving wheat can sure smell sweet. When the wind comes right behind the rain.” When Mom sings, she is happy. That made me happy, too, but all I could think about was that beautiful lake.
When we returned to the campsite, Dad and Lark went into the trailer, but Mom had a surprise for me. We walked down a narrow path from our campsite and found a little beach! The sand wasn’t white and soft like our sand at home. This was red and crunched beneath my paws. The clear water lapped onto the sand, and I wanted to swim so bad. I tiptoed into the lake hoping Mom wasn’t looking. When she said, “Cory”, I just knew that she didn’t want me to get wet. I was sad but obeyed. As I started to walk out of the water, I looked at Mom and she smiled. She held a stick and launched it into the lake. I jumped in as fast as I could and swam after that stick. I brought it back to her, and she threw it over and over again. She started laughing, and I just kept swimming.
After my swim, Mom dried me off and built a fire. I laid down in front of the campfire. Before I went to sleep, I decided that Foss State Park was giving us a new beginning to our trip. Things were going to be alright. They have been. If you get a chance to go to Foss State Park, ask for a campsite right on the lake. You’ll be glad you did.