
The sun cracked over the horizon while Doug was fueling up the truck at a little gas station in Enid. I knew he was full of mixed emotions about a long day of riding his brand new white Z400. He had purchased it on a whim a few months earlier and complained about his back hurting after the only two outings.
This trip would convince him it was all worth it. An hour and a half of passing pump jack after pump jack of wasteland oil fields of western Oklahoma, led us to our glorified destination.
We assumed the previous night's festivities had hit the snooze button on most of the campers' built-in alarm clocks. After a complete drive-through tour of the camping area, we headed back to the check-in spot to get the legalities out of the way. There happened to be one last "day parking" spot left, so we grabbed it up and piled on the layers.
Clouds of steam came from our breaths as we unloaded the quads. The weather was fairly cold for early October in Oklahoma. The little Trailblazer 250 was sort of timid, being surrounded by all of the hopped up dune prepped quads.
(I'm still patiently waiting for my Troy Lee Predator to arrive. My kids are probably ready for Dad to quit tweaking the heavyweight auto and just let them ride it again. To add insult to injury, the Minnesota boys had their Predator rig parked right across from us. They were having another tough day at the office, cruising the most-talked-about quads around that weekend.)
The first dune we came to took 15 years of age off both of us. Little did we know, that was just the tip of the iceburg. Hill upon sandy hill revealed itself just beyond that first big dune, some exceeding 40 feet in height and up to 70 degrees of incline spans for hundreds of acres.
Since it was just after 9:00 am, most of the area was empty. The countryside is quite beautiful around the park. Small wooded mountains in the distance are a constant reminder that you are, in fact, not lost in the real Sahara Desert. The boundary is easily recognized by the fence that surrounds the riding area.
If you took a leisurely ride
along the outskirts, it would take all of an hour.
I love the smell of two strokes in the morning. OK, so I
borrowed that from Apocalypse Now, but that's my version.
The turbo charged VW power plant gathered a few lookers until a four passenger buggy pulled up sporting a Cadillac Northstar V-8. We fired up the little charcoal grill and watched yet another neighbor swapping the paddle equipped wheels onto his fully race-modded Banshee. This thing was a serious drag machine. About the only Yamaha parts on it was the plastic. The wheelie bar was every bit of six foot in length. After scarfing down a couple of gourmet trailer back burgers we headed back out for round two.
That's a pretty
impressive machine. If this new Predator is as fast as the hype
says it is, we'll be making regular trips to Little Sahara.
There aren't too many activities where you
can make so many friends just because you have one common interest.
ATV riding is definitely one of them.
If
you would like to find out more about Little Sahara State Park, you
can visit the website at www.waynoka.com/littlesahara.htm . If camping in the
parking area doesn't interest you, there are hotels just north of
the park in Waynoka. You can even find houses for rent by the
night.
• Information |
Little Sahara
State Park
Route 2, Box 132
Waynoka, OK 73860
(580) 824-1471
Features: 1,400 Park Acres • 100 Campsites • Giftshop • State's Largest Off-Road Vehicle Dune Trail