So, now I'm ready to talk about yesterday's trip. It was supposed to rain yesterday, but we were spared although we had a mostly cloudy and gloomy day. I picked up Ron M. and our friend Joe in the morning and we drove to Barnsdall for breakfast at Garrett's, a small cafe/convenience store. By the looks of the locals when we came in, I'm pretty sure we were the first "strangers" to darken their door for a while. Good breakfast!
I've come to observe that small towns (with the exception, of course, of Afton, which doesn't seem to have much interest) like to put up signs at their borders that brag about their towns. Ramona is a tiny, tiny town with a BIG overhead sign!
One of our main trip destinations was to the house, in an even tinier town called Boulanger, where the about-to-be distributed movie "August, Osage County" was made. The film stars Meryl Streep and Julia Roberts and was produced by George Clooney, so for the better part of 6 months these big names resided in the area. The actual house they used is far out in the middle of nowhere, but thanks to Joe's good directions we found it. It's a beautiful old plantation-type structure which has fallen on some disrepair but is on the market right now. The film is being talked about as a potential for a number of Oscars, so perhaps Boulanger will make it on the map some day.
Ron M. took the opportunity to swing on the same swing that was used in the film.
The tree from which the swing hangs was moved from one side of the front lawn to the other in order to make a better foreground for the house. I had read that it was one of the largest trees to be transplanted in the memory of the company who did it. In the background, you can see a bit of the tiny country road that leads to the home.
Meanwhile, this citizen has a somewhat overblown way of telling snoopers like us that, for a while at least, some of the biggest stars in America were hanging around their one-street village. "Movie Capitol of Oklahoma" indeed!
We met our friend Jean at a Mexican restaurant in Pawhuska, and she brought with her a brand new grandson, TJ, and his mother Gretchen. Here is Ron with TJ and Joe and Grandma Jean with the cute little guy. He was very well-behaved as we adults chowed down on massive amounts of Taco Salad and other goodies.
After lunch, we drove up to the Tall Grass Prairie Perserve, a place I've written about a number of times in this blog (Search: Tallgrass). This visit, however, yielded NO bison sightings whatsoever! It might have been roundup time, when all the bison are herded into one place for culling and innoculations. Not sure about that.
You know the rest. Flat tire. The middle of nowhere. Threatening skies. Etc. Here's where it occurred. We were surrounded on all sides by the Drummond Ranch, one of the largest ranches in the country, and home to Ree Drummond, cookbook author, blogger, and TV star.
From there, it was homeward bound. Even a flat tire couldn't spoil such a lovely, restful day shared with friends.