Sunday morning, we woke up to the once again empty streets of downtown Tulsa. It would have been nearly impossible to detect any trace of the crowd, if it wasn’t for them tipping the streets with their leftovers: ticket stubs, ripped off bracelets, beer bottles, etc… After the whirlwind of participating in the urban chaos that was D-Fest, a taste of the countryside, tall grass, prairies, and the emerald rolling hills of Oklahoma, sounded like a delightful and much needed retreat. And how about some bison? When is the last time you drove your car down a gravel road and had to pause to let a few of those boldly cross in front? I had to see it to believe it, so we jumped in a car and headed to the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve.
