Today my friend Gene and I head off into the Wichita Mountains, in southwestern Oklahoma (unless, as sometimes happens, we detour to another locale). My wife, being in the first month of a new job, prefers to stay at home and rest. Gene and I will go hiking, see the sights, and try to spot wildlife. Our route takes us towards the panhandle, a stark, high plains area, but just as the terrain gets rough, we'll turn north into jagged small mountains. It's a wild, bison and eagle kind of country, a sharp contrast to the fields and transition zone in which we live. My wife and I wanted to take this trip on Labor Day, but got sidetracked. Now I'm looking forward to hitting the road for a brief trip.