When we were filming the cattle drive movie last September, Don pitched the idea that we should travel Highway 81 in Oklahoma, and film the historical Chisholm Trail sites.
It only took me a year to be able to execute that. We finalized the movie a couple of weeks ago. Obviously, the “historic sites” video isn’t in that.
But there are so many other video projects we want to do about the Chisholm Trail, and maybe a week ago, we started talking about this trip.
We set a day that worked for both of our schedules: Monday. Sounds great.
“What’s the plan?” Don texted me. I said, “Leave at 9.”
Our plan all along was to make it to Okarche, which happens to have the best fried chicken in Oklahoma, and have lunch. Sounds fun. Drive around some, film, laugh, enjoy the day, take photographs, have lunch.
At 9, Don and I climb in the car and head out. The first thing I wanted to find was when we were out on the trail, I remembered a little metal sign, hanging from a post. Well, we drove around and around and never did find it. Was it actually there? Or did I dream it?
That’s helpful. You know you are in the right location. There are several historical markers across the state. We plan to film a few of the historic sites, to use in a future video.
Now, keep in mind…our plan was to eat the best fried chicken in Oklahoma for lunch. So, I had a light breakfast, about 6am. I was hungry. After awhile, Don asks, “How far are we going to go?”
I said that I didn’t have a plan. I had planned to drive around and find some historical markers to film, and we’d eat lunch. But…if we got to such-and-such place, we could do this. If we got to such-and-such town, I wanted to visit a cemetery where I have family buried.
Don said, “Are we going to go all the way to the river?”
And we kinda looked at each other and said, “Why the hell not?”
And I am hungry and we are nowhere close to the best fried chicken in the state of Oklahoma. Don suggested we get a bite to eat on the way, and we’d have our chicken for supper on the way back up the trail.
And away we flew…down the trail, stopping to film things along the way, knowing there were some places we’d stop to film on the way back.
You know what? Oklahoma is a big state!
I started off driving. I had pulled a file off the internet, and when printed, it came to 9 pages. I got the highlighter and highlighted town names, (which were not in any kind of geographic order.) There was an atlas in the car.
I had figured we’d drive and we’d see those brown signs above, then we’d know where to stop.
Yeah, um, not so much. Don read the instructions, then translated them, and tried to figure out locations. At one point he was coordinating the printout, the map, a map we got from a museum, and his phone, trying to pinpoint the location of the Chisholm Trail. He took a lot of notes, about where we’d been, what we had filmed, and what was still to filmed.
As he said, this would have gone a lot better with better research and planning.
Planning? What planning? I had no idea we were going to go south of I-40! LOL
We found some amazing sites. History is mind-blowing!
A man named Bob Klemme engineered a project to place these markers across Oklahoma on the Chisholm Trail.
One of the most amazing sites was east of Addington.
This obelisk sits on a hill that served as a lookout on the Chisholm Trail.
If you make it that far, you gotta cross the Red River into Texas! I rolled down the window to breathe some Texas air, and we started back north. By this point, you gotta calculate the miles of where you are, where you need to go next, and how much daylight you have left.
Needless to say, we didn’t get to film everything. But it was fun.
As the sun set, the next worry becomes…what time does the fried chicken place close?
I called them. They close at 10.
At long last, after a FULL day, where we hadn’t planned enough, hadn’t researched enough, and didn’t know enough, we got to the restaurant that serves the best fried chicken in Oklahoma. Eischen’s Bar!
There are eight items on the menu. A whole fried chicken is at the top of the list.
The waiter asked what we wanted. I said chicken. Don said okra.
When the food came, we were happy, happy people! (We’d only been waiting All Day to get to some fried chicken!) (We’d only been crawling in and out of the car, in the near 100* heat and lugging cameras around All Day to film a project that we didn’t plan for nearly well enough.)
Don’s phone logged our locations and the trip.
On rest of the way home, driving in the darkness along the old Chisholm Trail, we put some western swing in the CD player, and sang along under the night sky.
Four hundred ninety-six miles.
And ONE WHOLE fried chicken later…we got back to the place where we started.
You’d think that would be enough! I mean, geez…come on! 496 miles. Only a glutton for punishment would do that, right?
So, what happens next?