My bedroom for two evenings.The first night, the tarps protected me from the rain. A dryline had set up on the Western portion of Oklahoma during the morning. Later that evening, an upper level trough bringing moisture would create a squall line from Northern to Southern Oklahoma.
On the receiving end of the squall line: me.
The second night, however, the blue tarp was removed to view stars.
As the Great Hunter, Orion, chases Scorpio across the sky, its alpha star, Antares, will soon appear prominent in the early Eastern sky during the Summer months.
On Saturday night, a waxing gibbous moon passed between Orion's belt and Castor and Pollux, the Gemini twins.
"You may be a little cold some nights, on mountain tops above the timber-line, but you will see the stars, and by and by you can sleep enough in your town bed, or at least in your grave."
The view above Bromide Hill overlooking Rock Creek.
The hill was once called Robber's Roost; local lore is that brigands would perch atop this hill to select which westward travelers they would hold up.
The town of Sulphur lies just beyond.
"See how God writes history. No technical knowledge is required; only a calm day and a calm mind."
The setting sun as seen from Veterans' Lake. The low lying clouds would soon turn black and bring a ferocious rain that would last from midnight until 6 a.m.
"Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, "convulsions of nature", etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God's love."
The next morning, a few deer came to view.
"Deer give beautiful animation to the forests, harmonizing finely in their color and movements with the gray and brown shafts of the trees as they stand in groups at rest..."
I am not much of an ornithologist. Were I, however, this would be a wonderful place to further that particular hobby. No matter where I traveled within the park, birds of all species could be found.
"Nature is a good mother, and sees well to the clothing of her many bairns-birds with smoothly imbricated feathers, beetles with shining jackets, and bears with shaggy furs. In the tropical south, where the sun warms like a fire, they are allowed to go thinly clad; but in the snowy northland she takes care to clothe warmly."
