Tired

Just got home from camping.  I haven't been writing on here much as summer travels and photography have consumed me.  It seems that I am so busy , yet getting nothing done 

Yesterday I had an experience.  I went to the site of the Washita Massacre in Western Oklahoma, this is where Custer and his men murdered innocent women and children in 1868.  I was alone.   It was late afternoon with storm clouds looming and a couple mile hike. 

So, I departed from my Hub and kids at the camp and continued my adventure...we were exhausted after the rainy camping week.  But I felt like I needed to get some photos for my website. I get out there alone and I start hiking down the trail, typical Oklahoma, green,  valley area at the bottom of the Cheyenne river.  I was kind of in a hurry with the dark clouds overhead but, I wasn't "scared" apprehensive or worried at all as I began down the path.  I got to the site of the actual massacre and I began having this overwhelming feeling of sadness along with being watched.  I felt hostility, like I wasn't welcome there and we shouldn't be there.  I felt like it shouldnt' even be a "national historic site" as it almost shows the governments triumph over the Indians.  I also felt angry.   But, I hurried and thought I was there and shouldnt' be silly so I wandered down to the Washita river to take a few pictures of the river,  a meandering creek looking river and I stepped into the mud and suddenly lost my footing and fell on my ass...yeah,  I saved the camera but I was literally coated in mud- up my back all over my legs and feet.  I was just covered in mud. 

 
  
my pride...my new shorts...  which will never be clean... sigh.   I'm too old to fall down in a river.  Oh and I made the mistake of telling Mom who flipped about me going places and how bad things happen to people who go alone..well yeah those Indian Ghosts were pissed that I was there, I guess I was too Melaka.  

I'm not even sure if I want to post about it on my website, it just felt dark and I just feel like people are not wanted there.  Its very sad.   I just dont' think its right, to promote tourism to a place wehre the government systematically massacred women and children in the winter.   Custard may burn in hell in my opinion.  

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