journey to the Creek County Frog is an adventure
unto itself. Was it that we in the area and thought wed
drop by? Could it be that we simply ADORE frogs and just had
to see a really big one in rock form? Or maybe it’s that David
has a more than unreasonable affinity for crazy quirky crap.
Were pretty sure thats it. Yeah, thats definitely
to Wikipedia, the source of all knowledge, the Mannford area has
a sizable Bigfoot population. Somehow we missed seeing them or
we certainly would have some blurred, grainy pictures to show.
is wholly dedicated to myriads of truly revolting ghost sightings.
The accounts include a badly mangled hunter dragging a dead
wolf, a seriously burned lady spotted glugging down
blood from a jar, an armed forces uniform walking
around devoid of a body and, our personal favorite, a
young lady with a cable around her neck was made out suspended
in the air like a balloon, among the gruesome tales. Makes
one think that there are more ghosts than humans in Mannford.
certainly seem to be the kind of place to steer clear of, but
alas, the Frog beckoned.
miles outside Mannford, we found ourselves on a backwoods road
with no signage and one rickety mother of a bridge. Hesitantly
(okay, Veronica may have threatened David with his life if he
didnt turn around right that minute, its just a ROCK
for Gods sake), we crossed over, offered a silent prayer
of thanksgiving and worked our way to Frog Road. We were venturing
into EPIC territory, the post-pollywoggal amphibian actually has
its own road!
gone too far).
if not for the paint job. After a great deal of study,
we determined that the eye was the key to what made the impression
work. If not for the eye, jutting unnaturally and majestically
from the base, the formation would be just another big boulder
on the edge of the road.
How many thousands
have been duped by this counterfeit Croaker and the
scheming people of Creek County? How could this BE? We felt like
the MythBusters of weird crap on the side of the road. The truth
must be exposed.
an eerie pall came over us, our elation bubble popped. We felt
exposed, as if someone — no, someTHING — was watching us. Thoughts
of Bigfoot, wolf dragging hunters, blood glugging spirits, balloon
ladies and empty army suits drove us to near panic.
What if the
bridge collapses on our way out? Could the spirits be in cahoots
to protect the frogs secret from being revealed? Would we
ever be allowed to get out with the secret of the Creek County
David & Veronica,