We loaded up the car and headed east to Lake Eufala. But not before checking out the status of the blue-green algae at the lake. Apparently toxic blue-green algae has been spotted at Grand Lake and other Oklahoma (and neighboring states) lakes. This algae is a combination of chemical runoff like fertilizer and whatnot plus extreme temperatures. Man and mother nature team up to create a lethal combination. Well, that’s just great. Thankfully Lake Eufala has been given the all clear and we were safe to swim.
We stayed at Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park. Go a head and laugh. I’ll give you a minute. Now, it may sound cheesy and it is just a little bit but it’s very family friendly and something that Addison will remember. Luxurious and relaxing? No. Kid friendly and memory making? Yes. Two years ago we stayed at a Jellystone Park in Kentucky. It was fun, clean and seemed adventurous in a “little house” kind of way. I thought this might be similar. They are comparable in the fun, campy department. The main difference that makes the Kentucky Jellystone better is that it was in a wooded area. It felt more like a cabin in the woods. I guess you could call that one Little Cabin in the Big Woods and the Oklahoma version is Little House on the hot, dry Prairie.
My biggest mistake: I forgot that you have to provide your own linens. Oops. Thank goodness for Wal-Mart. Harry and I got back in the car and headed up the road 15 miles to Checotah and picked up some sheets. I figured we’re going to use them again at home so it’s not a frivolous purchase.
The “amenities” it boasts are putt-putt, swimming pool, craft time, movie time, paddle boats, kayaks, and this fun floating inflatable slide and bouncy-climb-trampoline thingy.
We had a small one bedroom cabin with a sleep loft. I didn’t spring for the “lake front” cabin but would advise doing so. The picture of the cabins on the website are of the larger cabins that have a real AC unit – not a small wall unit like ours had. It wasn’t super hot inside the cabin…just kinda hot. Addison slept a few hours in the sleep loft and then made his way down to our bed in the middle of the night. He ended up on the couch soon after that.
Some might say that our staycation had turned into a vacation. I however, still call it a staycation as we are only 2 hours from our house and still in the same state.
Day 5: more floating, bouncy-trampoline thingy and then the adventure continues on to Bartlesville.