My plan works and we take a direct flight from Dublin to
Chicago on American Airlines. With a short two hour connection we arrive in
Will Rogers Airport to balmy temperatures and easily accessible car hire.
“That’s a grand airport,” my father comments, as we set off on Meridian Highway
for the start of our adventure. Okla-homa is a Choctaw Indian word, meaning ‘Red
People’, and one of the most notable features of the Oklahoman landscape is the
‘Red Earth’ – the same earth described in the first chapter of Steinbeck’s
Great American novel, ‘The Grapes of Wrath’.
After an exhilarating day we check in at the Hampton Hotel
in Bricktown. This downtown district has seen a complete rejuvenation over the
last couple of years, as old warehouses have been pulled down and new amenities
erected. It boasts newly built basketball and baseball arenas. The Hotel is
only a stone’s throw from Chickasaw Baseball Park – home to the Minor Baseball
League team, The OKC Redhawks. Neither of us has a clue what is going on at our
first baseball game, but with hotdogs in one hand and large cup of beer in the
other we get into the atmosphere and shout for the home side.
Micky Mantles Bar & Restaurant, named after the famous
baseball player, is across the road from the grounds and we get chatting to the
bar tender and some locals. “Your father’s never met a stranger, I see,” one of
them says, and it’s true. Oklahomans have to be the friendliest people in the
United States. Some of the best bars and restaurants are just around the
corner, including Nonna’s restaurant and Pearls Crab Shack serving Creole
cuisine.
Oklahoma City has seen a renaissance since the terrible
events in 1995 surrounding the Oklahoma bombing when 168 people lost their
lives. It now boasts an array of stylish quarters and we are drawn (excuse the
pun) to the Paseo art district. This area is filled with more than its fair
share of Art Galleries and craft-shops. We are lucky to be here on the first
Friday of the month when Artists provide wine and nibbles all evening long for
visitors to come and see newly exhibited work. We dine at The Paseo Grill, a
well established restaurant on the strip with a good mix of Euro-American cuisine.
Next day Dad and I hit Route 66. Lined now in part with
shopping malls, we get to do some damage to the credit cards. But we experience
a taste of the authentic Route 66 diner at Ann’s Chicken Fry House, which has
been a favourite of 66 fans for decades. Located on the original route, a pink Cadillac
and an old police Pontiac sit out front. Oklahoma is the state with the longest
stretch of genuine route 66 still intact. Museums that document the history of
this road from its beginning during the depression to its heyday in the 50’s
and 60’s are found in the towns of Chandler and Clinton among others.
Known as E.W., Marland was a millionaire who made his money
from coal but lost his fortune in a stock market crash in 1899, only to make
another fortune from oil a few years later. The Marland Mansion is worth a
visit, but Ernest’s personal life is even more intriguing. After adopting his
wife’s niece Lydie at age sixteen, he annulled the adoption twelve years later,
so that he could marry her when his first wife died. But he was an inspiring
and altruistic leader who was loved by the townsfolk of Ponca. After he lost
his second fortune, what is now known as Conoco Oil, he went on to become
Oklahoma Governor in Washington DC. When he died in 1941, his young wife Lydie,
went missing. The search for her became a national phenomenon. She returned to
Ponca City twenty-two years after her disappearance and finished her days
living in the chauffer’s cottage on the Marland estate. Her return ensured the
rebuilding of the estate as a national monument known affectionately as the
Palace on the Prairie.
Outside Ponca City, tall grass prairies stretch for miles
and new herds of buffalo have been introduced to roam wild and free. “You know
when the white man killed the buffalo he really finished the Indians,” my Dad,
reminds me. He’d told me this as a child as I’d sat watching a western on TV
and suddenly I’m overwhelmed by the moment and this father and daughter
adventure that we are so lucky to experience together. The story of the Ponca
chief, Standing Bear is commemorated in the visitor centre just south of the
city and en route to a very different Native American story in Chickasaw
Country.
A two-and-a-half hour drive brings us to the town of Sulphur,
to learn about a tribe who’ve gone from strength to strength over the last
sixty years through good management. They have made their fortune from casinos,
and filtered the profits into various enterprises that have enriched and
secured their culture for generations to come. Blessed with a wonderful
location, nestled amongst the Arbuckle Mountains, Chickasaw country is one of
the best places to find hidden Oklahoma. The tribe recently rebuilt the famous
Artesian Hotel in Sulphur. My father delights in the fact that in its heyday
the hotels guests included John Wayne and Grace Kelly. Many came to benefit
from the healing properties, allegedly found, in the nearby springs that give
the town its name. The Artesian is refurbished to a very high standard and has
a spectacular spa and casino. Log cabins and camping facilities are available in
the Chickasaw Recreation Area with plenty of fishing and swimming to be enjoyed
in the lakes and travertine falls.
Dad and I decide it’s time to live dangerously so we hit Crossbar
Ranch. Located high in the Arbuckle Mountains, we’ve a choice of quad biking or
zip-lining – the bikes win out. Hiking and swimming are on offer around the corner
at the impressive 77ft high Turner Falls. After all that exertion we try a
local delicacy at Arbuckle Mountain Pies. Tasting like a giant donut, the pies
come with a thick syrupy filing in a variety of fruit flavours. We shouldn’t, but
we buy a cherry and blueberry pie each.
The pain is clear on the faces of each character and Francine tells how her father passed down the stories of this terrible time. “He’d smoke tobacco while he spoke, and I’d feel the terrible weight in my own feet that my fore-fathers felt as they walked the trail.”
She guides us through the archives and exhibits that include
rattles made from tortoise shells and instruments made from reeds. The native
game of stickball reminds Dad of hurling. The large grass mound in the
Chickasaw village grounds where they buried their dead bares a remarkable
resemblance to Newgrange. We are fascinated with the similarities between our
two cultures. Even the spiral symbol in the logo for this special place is
identical to the symbols found in Irish stone-age and Celtic artwork. The Native
Americans have a tradition and history that is unique, and yet not unlike our
own in Ireland. Oklahoma has been a delight and now Dad has the travel bug for
more road trips...so we are already considering a trip to Kansas next year!
Factbox
For information and advice on travel around Oklahoma and
Kansas from Ireland see www.travelksok.ie
For suggested packages to Oklahoma see www.platinumtravel.ie a fully bonded
travel agent tel: 01-8535000
American
Airlines flies to Oklahoma from Dublin via Chicago and Charlotte from €652.89 return pp (inc
taxes). For more information and to book go towww.aa.com
See www.redearth.org
and www.chickasawculturalcentre.com
for more information about Native American culture.