Camping at Beaver's Bend: A Serene Family Getaway, Almost

When I’ve been bogged down, busy with work and kids and everything starts to feel a bit chaotic, I get anxious and start daydreaming of getaways. Usually, these daydreams include picturesque scenes of me sipping hot tea and smoking a [medical] spliff post-massage whilst sunbathing on a tropical beach (after I’ve run away from everyone and everything). But.. for a young entrepreneur and mom of two, a more realistic idea is to get out of town for a couple days and do some grounding with my boys.

What does this grounding look like? More often than not.. tent camping and outdoor activities. Why? Well, camping is arguably the most affordable and natural alternative to expensive hotels since..like..forever, so it’s a go to when you’re on a tight budget. Plus, my kids absolutely love being outside and I love that it gives them space to run around unbridled, being as loud and as sticky as they want to be. I know...Not exactly a close knock-off of that picturesque beach scene I was painting, but I assure you, it can be just as beautiful and good for the soul.

We camp for the bonding experience and the space it allows us to ground and interact with Mother Earth.

As a child I loved being outside, camping, exploring and getting to know the nature around me. There were many nights spent fishing and sleeping under the stars on a boat with my mom, or RV camping trips and roasting marshmallows with my brothers and grandparents while my grandpa told his hilariously flawed campfire stories. (There was one in particular about a girl they called Pee Leg who had to swim with one leg to escape her enemy, need I saw more?)

I hold memories of those experiences close to my heart, and I know the residual value of bonding with my kids away from it all. So, I’ve always made it my mission to give my kids experiences over everything else.

photographed on a previous trip to Beaver’s Bend c. 2010 with my first DSLR, a Canon Rebel & kit lens

photographed on a previous trip to Beaver’s Bend c. 2010 with my first DSLR, a Canon Rebel & kit lens

Fall Break 2019

With tent camping, it’s always a good idea to plan around the weather. This is why Late Spring/Early Summer and Fall are our favorite. The temperature is usually not too hot, and not too cold. I’m kind of a weanie about extreme conditions. Like..on a scale from Roughing It to Glamping, I def prefer something closer to glamping. I like to bring rugs and lights and lots of blankets to make it comfy. Extra points if we don’t have to bring a fan or a heater. So, Fall Break in mid-October is usually a great time to plan a camping trip to one of Oklahoma’s most scenic parks.

I was originally planning to take the boys to the Wichita Mountains in Lawton over Fall Break, but because the weather forecast changed and predicted rain for that area I decided last minute that Beaver’s Bend near Broken Bow was probably our best best bet. Otherwise, we would’ve had to stay home.

For a reason I can’t recall, we left for Broken Bow later than I wanted and I knew that meant we were going to be setting up the tent in the dark (I REALLY miss our Instant Tent). I thought ehh, we have headlights so it won’t be too bad.

When we arrived, I pulled up a map of their campgrounds and found a nice site after a quick drive-thru. I was so relieved, it was even right across from the restrooms and showers! Brylan and I talked about having manifested it. Awesome…but as I went around to get things out of the trunk I noticed something.

It was reserved. I need a stale faced emoji here to accurately convey my disappointment. This is the part where I start to get anxious and slightly irritable. Guys, it took us another HOUR to find a campsite…which by the way, wasn’t even a a designated site!

We drove circles through each of the campgrounds multiple times. The first issue was really the lack of light. Aside from a few campfires and red chili pepper lights, there wasn’t much to guide us. We almost gave up and went to a hotel around 10pm, but after taking a few minutes to defuse, I decided to do ONE last drive-thru. There wasn’t a single open site. But, lo and behold, I saw remnants of an old stone fire ring between two campsites, so we pulled in like we didn’t know any better. Such rebels we are.

Pitching a tent in the dark - WTH was I thinking

First of all, I’d like to emphasize the importance of preparation when camping. I usually run through a checklist to make sure we have everything we’ll need. I even have it stored in my iPhone notes, so why I didn’t do a double-check this time? I have no idea. I guess I thought I had it all in my head. You don’t have to buy every item you see on that blog article you read that lists “57 Must Haves for Tent Camping”, but please - BRING LANTERNS and FIRE STARTERS.

Tent set up was a nightmare, and I’m pretty sure my oldest son would attest to this, because it was just him and I who put it together…in the dark…with sleeping neighbors who were way too close for comfort and very awake thanks to our late set up. Then, after apparently spending a little too long running the headlights, my car battery died…anddd immediately after, my phone. We didn’t even have the tent set up yet. WTH Ladye?!

Thankfully, we had my son’s phone flashlight…and I had a few emphasis words to ease the frustration. I just hoped our neighbors wouldn’t be too pissed about the commotion because I was already planning to ask them for a jump the next morning ….siiince I ran the car battery dead with no jumper cables handy or any sort of roadside assistance to call on. Did I mention you should be prepared in these situations?

BTW, the family next to us was really nice and got us back up and running, and we didn’t even talk about my lack of patience and potty mouth that woke them the night prior.

Another positive note - It turns out the park rangers really don’t care where you pitch a tent, as long as you pay your fees the next morning when they make their rounds. I think it was $12 per night since our site was considered primitive - lol. And thankfully, just after our stay they enabled online campsite reservation, so you can reserve a site here before you make the trip!

 
slightly burned eggs cooked on a Coleman camp stove, oatmeal, and green tea for breakfast

slightly burned eggs cooked on a Coleman camp stove, oatmeal, and green tea for breakfast

 

While I made breakfast that morning, Brylan went down and fished a bit, as our spot was within “hollering distance” of the river bank (that might be a Southern thing..always gotta be within range so if Mom hollers “You OK?”, you can hear her and respond). Dre explored closeby, and made friends (and enemies) with a few critters.

Over the next two days we hiked, Dre got to canoe for the first time, I took lotsss of photos, and made a few friends back at the campsite. One of the guys who was fishing nearby even taught Bry to fly fish! For mid-October, it was pretty warm and the boys even got in and waded around in Mountain Fork River.

Other activities offered at Beaver’s Bend were kayaking, pedal boats, golf, and a nice swim area that was IMO way too chilly for use, but some others were enjoying it. My favorite part was simply taking in the scenery and seeing my kids have fun. I enjoyed relaxing by our campfire with a book and my journal in the mornings. Drinking tea and hearing the sounds of the birds, frogs and crickets is so relaxing.

One con for me was how crowded the campground was. We camped at Grapevine, but I imagine the other campgrounds were just as lively. I enjoy meeting other families and having a sense of community in the woods, but we could hear several different conversations going on simultaneously because we were in such close proximity to other campers. This isn’t uncommon for the busy Fall season, so if you like a little more privacy (and don’t like doing battle with tents, or prefer sanitary bathrooms) you can rent a cabin or stay in the lodge perched on the hill just before you enter the campgrounds.

By Sunday afternoon, all of the other tent campers were gone and we were left with the whole area to ourself. Weeknight camping is usually just for the retired RVers and those who don’t have a job to get back to on Monday, so tent campgrounds were essentially emptied. I needed to work myself and couldn’t access my hotspot from the campground (didn’t have great service in this area with AT&T), so we drove into Broken Bow Sunday evening to grab dinner and allow me a bit of time to jump on my laptop and do vintage listings. I wanted to knock those out so we could enjoy our last day without my anxiety kicking in, telling me I needed to be productive.

After about an hour in town, we noticed the sky was getting unusually dark. Waddya know?!…a storm was hovering and pouring rain over the campgrounds to the north of us (insert facepalm emoji here). So, we stayed at Subway watching it pour down endlessly for well over an hour before it let up enough for us to head back to camp. I knew we were in for a treat because we had left several items outside of the tent, and even if our personal items weren’t water logged, there was no way we’d be able to build a fire after all that rain. Maybe everyone else that left Beaver’s Bend that day wasn’t heading back to jobs? Maybe they, unlike I, had actually checked local news to see that the forecast had changed and rain was coming here, too.

But it got even better than that….

 
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You see that small pond just this side of the cut tree stump? Yeah well, that is where our tent was (insert ALL of the facepalm emojis here).

As soon as we pulled in, I realized our tent was surrounded by what looked like a mote swarming with crawfish (literally - there was a bucket full of live crawfish Brylan caught earlier, and they were now everywhere), wet supplies and food scattered around because apparently the local raccoons helped themselves while we were gone.

So Bry and I went to work, wading and retrieving all of the soaked clothing and bedding from our tent-turned-water bed. By the time we got all packed up it was almost midnight and we were covered in mud. What a way to end the long weekend! I think the rain might’ve been karma for all the huffing and puffing I did during our tent troubles the first night. I gotta say, the four hour drive back to Oklahoma City in the middle of the night drenched and dirty is the least fun road trip I have made to date.

Would I do it all over again if I had known how everything would go? Probably not. But will I take my kids on another random camping trip and encounter more unexpected troubles for the sake of giving them fond memories? I’m sure of it. And I’m sure we’ll be back to Beaver’s Bend to enjoy more beautiful scenery and trout fishing….but next time our accommodations will be an RV or cabin!

What’s your favorite place to camp or getaway? Have you had to face any challenges that gave you valuable experience? I’d also love to hear from anyone who has stayed at state parks and what activities are your fav. Drop a comment below!

Love and light,
Ladye

Unschooling Goals: Turning My Daydreams Into a Rambling Reality

Have you ever paid attention to the feeling you get when you think of a person, place, career, or future possibilities that excite you? Maybe it’s my personality type or something, but I can point out certain things in my life that I’ve learned about and they instantly resonated with me on a deep, sometimes unexplainable level.

As an adult, I’ve come to connect this feeling with things or subjects that are somehow in line with my purpose - aligned with who I am at my core. I’ve experienced this feeling countless times with many things in my life, and I’ll write about those in a later post.

The more I grow and detach from insignificant societal norms and become more aware of myself and the world that could be, the more authentic I feel I am becoming.

Something is happening in my soul.

I find myself dreaming of, journaling, and talking with the Universe more and more about homeschooling my son(s) (unschooling, adventure schooling, road-schooling, etc.) and traveling on a semi-full-time basis. I know more families are doing this now, but most still consider it a pretty radical thing to do.

I told myself 2020 is the year it is going to start, and you guys…my planner and notebook are packed with plans down to the tiniest details. I’m talking vintage RV style…a Rambling Hippie on a mission! It’s something I have fantasized and talked with friends/family about doing for years, but it seemed like such a distant dream, yet alone a real possibility within the next few years.

If all of these self-development and entrepreneurial books I’ve been reading over the last 5 years have taught me anything, it’s that if you want something, you write it down and get serious about a plan..you may be surprised how quickly it will manifest.

I blame this vision of traveling and unschooling on the incredible experiences and insight my grandparents provided me with as a kid, my liberating solo trip to Palo Duro Canyon for my 26th birthday, my ‘86 Volvo station wagon (RIP Pearly), my mom, and the following books in the order in which I read them. All are available on Audible btw - click here to purchase a gift membership for someone to inspire them, or on one of the links below to start your free trial.

…along with countless hours spent researching and reading articles about American school systems and the alternatives, listening to podcasts, reading forums, Facebook group discussions about homeschool and RV living, and just being a whole damn hippie at heart. *Side note - and I love side notes - I believe we’re all hippies at heart, craving love and peace, but that’s another talk.

I’m just making my way home. I’m on a path leading to the me I was meant to be,
before external factors and limiting beliefs hindered my greatness.
— Ladye M

Since I had my firstborn almost twelve years ago, I’ve known I wanted to expose him to more of the world, more culture, more history, bigger ideas. I believe exposure to diversity at a young age - whether through experiencing diverse cultures and religions, history, landscapes, ideas, etc. - when seen through a perspective of love and acceptance (this is where parents/teachers come in), is an effective catalyst to positive change. I didn’t get much of that growing up in the Rural South and it is absolutely something I want for my children, grandchildren, and so on.

I long to give my kids meaningful and impactful experiences in this life. I want them to see love (or God/the Universe if you will) in every human, every animal, every landscape. I want us to cultivate love and change together, even if on a small scale. And yes, I realize this sounds like a romantic hippie dream at this point, but I know the BTS work and at times, utter discomfort that this will require.

How can I turn this daydream into a reality?

Initially I couldn’t quite visualize what unschooling while traveling would look like. Like..do I have to buy a big truck and camper and go back to my country roots to make this a real and comfortable-for-the-kids possibility? Staying in short term apartments or Airbnb’s in different places sounds too irresponsible for a single mother (major eyeroll here).. or at least it would to my family and likely my son’s dad.

So how can I make it happen before my kids are grown? Well, I think I know just the way.

If all goes according to plan - and trust me, I am entirely prepared for many things to not go according to plan - this new reality will kick off with a Spring Break trial run, after which I will share my soon-to-be-excecuted two-year travel plan with deets! (People still say deets, right? IDK…I’m in this Awkward Millenial phase where I’m not quite sure which slang is current and which is outdated.)

I will def be back here for more talks on the subject.

If you or someone you know has gone full-time RV or van life, drop a comment and let me know your take. I love hearing different perspectives and pros and cons! Also, if you’re interested in more of my Audible recommendations, let me know.

Love and light,
Ladye

Let's Play the Quiet Game: Writing to Liberate My Inner Child

Shhh let's play the quiet game

As a child, I was reprimanded for chatter on a pretty regular basis. From age three on, I have vivid memories of parents, daycare ladies, teachers, and grandparents asking me to keep it down. Although my mom probably indulged my curiosity more often than anyone else, my questions were often met with answers like “Ladye, shhh.” “Ladye please, that’s enough talking.” “Ladye, why don’t we play the quiet game?”

Naturally, my elementary school teachers viewed my talking as a distraction. My report cards always had all A’s, but you can bet they also had notes in the Comments section that usually went along the lines of “Intelligent girl, but disrupts class by talking out of turn” or “Incessant talking, otherwise great student". I would get in trouble for asking the teachers too many questions during lecture, or for chatting with friends after I’d finished my work. I never recall being sent to the office (except that time I took my skirt off in 4th grade to reveal basketball shorts underneath), but I definitely remember teachers rolling their eyes, and some getting very obviously annoyed with me as soon as my hand went up in class. I loved learning, I just loved talking about it even more.

I’ve discovered as an adult that I actually have ADHD (which explains a LOT), but I’m not sure that insight would’ve changed much back then. I was Ladye Loudmouth. I wanted to know and discuss ALL. THE. THINGS.

If I was told something was one way, I wanted to know why it wasn’t the other way. I had why’s and how’s for just about everything, and if anyone asked my opinion (as if they had to) I was ready and willing to share. In retrospect, I know I lacked self-awareness, but I also realize the adults around me weren’t quite as curious about the world as I was.

As I was working the other day, I had this breakthrough:

The reason I find it so hard to speak in front of a group or put my writing out there is because subconsciously I’ve developed the belief that no one is interested in what I have to say. People who know me may not believe this, but I’m initially very self-conscious about talking to groups or new people, especially if I have to carry on with small talk. I also take way longer than what most would deem necessary to respond to an e-mail or send an important text. This seems silly, because bosses and colleagues have praised my writing, and I’ve even been encouraged to write books. Yet still, I’m afraid I’m going to say the wrong thing, be misperceived, or be unable to hold readers’ attention. 

Yess…I know my story about the dead squirrel in my son’s backpack went viral, but I never gave myself much credit for writing about it because let’s be real… Brylan’s story told itself, and the photo was the real Point of Interest (thanks Principle Goff!).

Even with decent writing, you can’t forget the grammar critics. I like to use improper sentence structures and unnecessary words from time to time, like how am I going to deal with knowing someone out there will read these things and think I don’t know what I’m doing?

Sounds like a bunch of neurotic excuses, eh? Yep, I know. Excuses and anxiety…eff them both.

In writing this blog, I’m putting my curious thoughts and ramblings out there for the world. I owe it to the little elementary school Ladye who was so curious, yet constantly silenced. I share my thoughts here to liberate my inner child and to give my children documented insight into who their mom is/was. I hope that through all my ramblings, someone out there will be healed or touched in some way by my experiences and inspired to conquer a fear or insecurity of their own.

Have you decided to conquer a fear or start/finish something this year? What is it? How have you kicked anxiety in the past to pursue a passion? I’d love to hear from you in the comments!

Love and light,
Ladye