OKC Kayak Word Soup

Some info on cold water paddling follows.  While our waters here are still relatively mild, they can get downright chilly by January and February.  As a general rule, I mitigate the risk by paddling close to shore and with a buddy or two.  Furthermore, I always dress for immersion when the water temp plus the air temp added together equals less than 120 degrees, or the water temp alone is less than 65 degrees.

Now, what does dress for immersion translate into?  This means we dress in manner which will allow for the maintenance of our core body temperatures for a significant duration in the event that we would end up in the water.  Bottom line here is even if you have never tipped your kayak, you should always plan like you are going to end up in the water.

A 5 mm wetsuit serves to trap water between your skin and the neoprene.  These do not keep water out, but rather allow for the trapped water to be heated by your skin.  Never stay in a damp wetsuit once you are on land, because the evaporative cooling effect will sap heat from your body.  Change into your dry clothes instead.

In really chilly temps or waters, a drysuit is more appropriate.  I like to refer to these as ziplock bags for humans.  The gaskets at the wrists and neck keep water out all together, while the Gore-Tex fabric allows body moisture to be release.  Since you are essential just surrounded by this waterproof sack, you will still need to wear an insulation layer underneath the drysuit.   Growing up, we regularly stuffed the pink Owens Corning fiberglass insulation from the hardware store into the drawers of our little brother as retribution for him faking like we injured him so that we would have to do his chores.  …BUT, the insulation I am speaking of is something along the lines of the fleece lined Wavelite fabrics like we offer in the kayak shop.

Hyrdosilk is a thinner version of synthetics which can be used as a base layer or by itself on warmer days.  Hydroskin is an actual 5 mm neoprene top that can be used in conjunction with a Farmer John wetsuit when you want thermal protection on the arms (farmer John’s and Farmer Janes’s are sleeveless and the most versatile type of wetsuit since they can be worn by themselves on warmer days or with a neoprene Hydroskin top on cooler ones. 

More mixing and matching of these garments can be done by using wavelite pants or surfskin pants with a pair of paddler’s pants.  Or wear any of the tops in conjunction with a drytop or splash top.

Confused yet?  We understand.  Drop into the kayak shop at 220 N. Western in Oklahoma City and we can get you fixed up with a variety of cold weather paddling options including kayaking gloves, pogies (mittens that attach to the paddle shaft), footwear, neoprene socks, balaclava’s (think of the headgear seen on the guy holding up the seven eleven), and more.

A hypo bag should another essential part of your cold water safety plan. Take a drysack and fill it with a set of warm dry clothes like fleece, a stocking cap, wool socks, a way to start a fire and some sort of quick food energy.  This bag should be kept within easy reach.  I like to keep mine right behind my seat.  Once you are out of the water, changing into dry clothes should again be your first priority to reduce further heat loss.

Not convinced that you need to invest in the proper clothing for cold weather paddling yet???  Keep reading!

Subject: [DFWpaddlers] United States Search and Rescue Task Force Cold Water Survival

United States

Search and Rescue Task Force

Cold Water Survival

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Cold Water

What is it? It is difficult even for an expert to define. It is
estimated to be around and under the temperature of 70 degrees.
However, this will vary in each case due to the specific
circumstances and physical condition of the person involved.

What Happens In Cold Water?

Many of the fatal boating accidents occur in the “out-of-season”
months when the water is cold. What happens to the body when
suddenly plunged into cold water?

The first hazards to contend with are panic and shock. The initial
shock can place severe strain on the body, producing instant cardiac
arrest, as happened to a 15 year old scout in the month of March in
Pennsylvania several years ago.

Survivors of cold water accidents have reported the breath driven
from them on first impact with the water. Should your face be in
the water during that first involuntary gasp for breath, it may well
be water rather than air. Total disorientation may occur after cold
water immersion. Persons have reported “thrashing helplessly in the
water” for thirty seconds or more until they were able to get their
bearings.

Immersion in cold water can quickly numb the extremities to the point
of uselessness. Cold hands cannot fasten the straps of a lifejacket,
grasp a thrown rescue line, or hold onto an over-turned boat.
Within minutes, severe pain clouds rational thought. And, finally,
hypothermia (exposure) sets in, and without rescue and proper first
aid treatment, unconsciousness and death. We all recall the incident
in which the airliner went down in the dead of winter in the water in
Washington, D.C. several years ago. The vivid video of the rescue
attempts and those that died due to hypothermia is not easily
forgotten.

Normal body temperature of course, is 98.6. Shivering and the
sensation of cold can begin when the body temperature lowers to
approximately 96.5. Amnesia can begin to set in at approximately 94,
unconsciousness at 86 and death at approximately 79 degrees.

What To Do In The Water

Cold water robs the body’s heat 32 times faster than cold air. If
you should fall into the water, all efforts should be given to
getting out of the water by the fastest means possible.

Persons boating in the cold water months should be thoroughly skilled
in rescue and self-rescue techniques. Most accidents involve small
boats which with practice, can be righted and re-entered. Most
boats, even filled with water, will support the weight of its
occupants. If the boat has capsized and cannot be made right, climb
on top of it.

Physical exercise such as swimming causes the body to lose heat at a
much faster rate than remaining still in the water. Blood is pumped
to the extremities and quickly cooled. Few people can swim a mile in
fifty degree water. Should you find yourself in cold water and are
not able to get out, you will be faced with a critical choice - to
adopt a defensive posture in the water to conserve heat and wait for
rescue, or attempt to swim to safety.

Should you find yourself in the water, avoid panic. Air trapped in
clothing can provide buoyancy as long as you remain still in the
water. Swimming or treading water will greatly increase heat loss
and can shorten survival time by more than 50%.

The major body heat loss areas are the head, neck, armpits, chest and
groin. If you are not alone, huddle together or in a group facing
each other to maintain body heat.

Preparation

Proper preparation is essential when boating on cold water. Make
sure your boat and equipment are in first class condition. Check the
weather forecast before leaving for your event. Always tell someone
where you are going and when you expect to return. Dress in several
layers of light clothing. Next to a diver’s wet suit, wool clothing
offers the best protection. Always wear a personal flotation device
(PFD) when boating.

First Aid Considerations For Cold Water Victims

Treatment for hypothermia depends on the condition of the person.
Mild hypothermia victims who show only symptoms of shivering and are
capable of rational conversation may only require removal of wet
clothes and replacement with dry clothes or blankets.

In more severe cases where the victim is semi-conscious, immediate
steps must be taken to begin the rewarming process.

Get the person out of the water and into a warm environment. Remove
the clothing only if it can be done with a minimum of movement of the
victim’s body. Do not massage the extremities.

Lay the semi-conscious person face up, with the head slightly
lowered, unless vomiting occurs. The head down position allows more
blood to flow to the brain.

If advanced rescue equipment is available it can be administered by
those trained in its use. Warm humidified oxygen should be
administered by face mask.

Immediately attempt to rewarm the victims body core. If available,
place the person in a bath of hot water at a temperature of 105 to
110 degrees. It is important that the victim’s arms and legs be kept
out of the water to prevent “after-drop” . After-drop occurs when the
cold blood from the limbs is forced back into the body resulting in
further lowering of the core temperature. After-drop can be fatal.

If a tub is not available, apply hot, wet towels or blankets to the
victim’s head, neck, chest, groin, and abdomen. Do not warm the
arms or legs.

If nothing else is available, a rescuer may use their own body heat
to warm a hypothermia victim.

Never give alcohol to a hypothermia victim.

Some Important Facts To Remember

Most persons recovered in cold water “near” drowning cases show the
typical symptoms of death:

Cyanotic (blue) skin coloration

No detectable breathing

No apparent pulse or heartbeat

Pupils fully dilated (opened)

These symptoms, it was discovered, did not always mean the victim was
dead. They were, on the other hand, the body’s way of increasing its
chances of survival through what scientists call the mammalian diving
reflex. This reflex is most evident in marine mammals such as
whales, seals or porpoises. In the diving reflex, blood is diverted
away from the arms and legs to circulate (at the rate of only 6-8
beats per minute, in some cases) between the heart, brain and lungs.
Marine mammals have developed this ability to the point where they
can remain under water for extended periods of time (over 30 minutes
in some species) without brain or body damage.

Humans experience the diving reflex, but it is not as pronounced as
in other mammals. The factors which enhance the diving reflex in
humans are:

Water temperature - less than 70 degrees or colder, the more profound
the response and perhaps the more protective to the brain

Age - the younger the victim, the more active the reflex

Facial immersion - the pathways necessary for stimulating this series
of responses seem to emanate from facial cold water stimulation.

The diving reflex is a protective mechanism for humans in cold water
immersions, but it may confuse the rescuer into thinking the victim
is dead. Resuscitative efforts for these victims should be started
immediately utilizing CPR in accordance with your training.

Remember, numerous children have been brought up from freezing water
after 30 minutes and been successfully resuscitated.

Expected Survival Time in Cold Water
Water Temperature
Exhaustion or Unconsciousness in
Expected Survival Time

70-80° F (21-27° C)
3-12 hours
3 hours - indefinitely

60-70° F (16-21° C)
2-7 hours
2-40 hours

50-60° F (10-16° C)
1-2 hours
1-6 hours

40-50° F (4-10° C)
30-60 minutes
1-3 hours

32.5-40° F (0-4° C)
15-30 minutes
30-90 minutes

<32° F (<0° C)
Under 15 minutes
Under 15-45 minutes

No matter what the political affiliation or values that guide your beliefs are, one thing that everyone can agree upon, is that a little change for the better would benefit this great country.  Plenty of change is currently on the auction block in exchange for your loyalty in the upcoming presidential contest.  As we all know, it is far too easy to become disenchanted with all the tricky political games and ploys.  Far too often we throw up our hands in despair, only to claim that there is nothing that we as the common man and woman can do.  I too, find myself resigning to accept whatever happens in a fatalistic way of thinking.

A little over a year ago, I had the great privilege of seeing the renound conservation biologist, Jane Goodall speak.  As a biologist and naturalist myself, I had great awareness of the incredible contributions this woman had made working with chimpanzes, long before she arrived at her speaking engagement in Oklahoma City.  However, two things did catch me quite off guard.  The first thing that shocked me was the fact that her message was not so much about species and habitat protection, as it was a care and love for humanity and our world in general  This woman seemed to possess a vast knowledge and greater understanding of the many significant challenges of modern society, whether it be social or environmental.  The second message that short circuited my reality, was her message of hope.  As she succintly put it, through advances in technology, and grass roots efforts by the common man around the world, we do have reason to be optimistic about our future.
This optimism came with an invitation for each and every one of us to make a difference.  I now pass this invitation along to each one of you.  Would you please help me in making this community a little bit nicer, a little more accepting, a little less selfish, a little closer as a community?  My promise to all my fellow paddlers has been to make OKC Kayak, first and foremost, a place of fellowship for all.  With your help, we seem to be heading in the right direction.

Now, meet Jennifer.  Jennifer started kayaking with us early this summer.  If you are challenged with the names, she is the gal with the hot pink Venus Ocean Kayak.  Jen is a hardworking and intelligent gal, making her career in the Air Force.  Her kindness and wit has done more than a little for adding to the fellowship at social paddles and many other outings.  She regularly and continually has jumped at the call to help out at community events and other volunteer activities.  Now she could use a little help.

This young woman recently received the unexpected word that her squadron was being deployed to Iraq.  Needless to say, this is a lot for anyone to handle, much less a frightened young gal living alone in a city, far from any family.  This is where we come in.  We, as her friends, are her defacto family, and I believe it is our job to do what we can to take care of her.  Let me make one thing clear, this is not an undertaking of charity or a gift to alleviate hardships caused by extraordinary circumstances (although both are worthy causes).  This is simply our opportunity to say, “Hey Jen, we are going to take care of you simply because you are our neighbor and friend, and you have a need that we can fulfill for you.”

Jen leaves in two days, and that is when I propose we go to work to start helping her get a few much needed Honey Do items taken care of around her house.  She has been responsible with her money and used this to purchase her own home, but has been at a bit of a loss to handle some of the issues of maintenance and upkeep all on her own.  She literally was near tears when describing her inability to take care of regular items that most of us might take for granted such as changing light bulbs, much less the care of her home while away on leave.   I purposely have been waiting for her to depart because all of her tears of sentiment and appreciation might make for a slippery trip hazard.

I, along with Doris and Tom Stone, and many of you in our kayaking “family” have committed to helping her not only look after her house, but to get a few things spruced up as well.  I met with Jen this week, getting a punch list of needed maintenance items as well as a set of keys.  Now it is time to go to work.  I am proposing a work day or two while she is gone.  If you have skills as a plumber or electrician, great.  (Joe the plumber, bring your license with you!)  But, even if you can only work a paint brush, a shovel, or a set of hedge clippers, we need you.  Lets pull together to not only help Jen out, but to set an example of community fellowship. The first work day planned is Sunday, November 23.  Call me at the kayak shop 405.830.9689 if you can help out on this day or another.

My beliefs are that this is how the true change in our world will happen.  Lets do our part, simply because our friends and neighbors are in need.  Maybe it is the divorced mother who no longer has to call a handyman to hang photos on the wall, because the next door neighbor took care of this.  Or, perhaps the lonely man who used to sit at home finding friendship in a bottle will instead find someone to accept and befriend him no matter his quirks or faults.  The examples I could present are endless.  The point is, imagine how much closer we can be as families or as a communtiy as a whole.  Who knows, then Democrats, Independents, and Republicans can argue less about social assistance programs and the many other ails of society that you and I could head off with our offers of friendship.  True social assistance never comes in the form of a check anyway.

Want your chance at fame?  Thursday, Oct 2nd, KFOR News Channel 4’s Galen Culver will be filming a “Great State” report on OKC Kayak’s weekly social paddle.  You can paddle for free this evening by showing up at Lake Hefner’s Hobie Point at 6:45 p.m.  We will be out until at least dark, so dress accordingly.  Boats will be on a first come, first served basis. This should air this Friday on the ten p.m. newscast. Hope to see you there!

Well,  the Helper Elf Reunion came and went, and short of a little repetitive motion syndrome, I believe that it was a total success.  Over thirty helper elves ate chicken tacos, homemade brownies, and some other grub while relabeling 10,000 brochures.  I had a bit of an evil grin on my face every time I returned from the back bedroom with another case of brochures to be readdressed.  Seven cases (brochures not beer) and an hour later, task master, Linda Manaugh, had the crew label the last one. Kudos to her for coming up with the padlock on the door idea, so that nobody could leave until the job was done.

The evening wrapped up around the front yard campfire (you may be a redneck if……)  Linda Lipp was so craving roasted marshmallows that she agreed to eat some that I had left over from my high school class trip.  She claims to still be hallucinating from ingesting these.

Several of these late night party animals awoke at 4:30 a.m. the next day to volunteer their time further at the Redman Triathlon swim event.  Kudos to you folks that helped us provide the kayak support for this amazing event.

By the way, I still am recruiting “new elves” for the Wildlife Expo this coming weekend.  Those 10.000 brochures will come in real handy!

Thank you my dearest friends!

Dave

I spend the bulk majority of my life either in a kayak, talking about kayaks, or leading a trip.  Whether it be a kayak paddle, hike, birdwatching event or what-have-you, this is also what I do in those rare events that I do find some free time.  Yesterday, the weather forced me to have one of these busman’s holidays.

The weather, you see, was absolutely perfect for a daytrip to the Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge.  The only problem was cloudless skies, temps in the seventies, combined with a weekend day translates into lots of folks that I would have to share the place with.  Now, nothing against scouts or families with screaming babies, but, this place is kind of like my church.  If I am going to be doing some recharging of my batteries, deep soul searching or heaven’s forbid, confessing, I don’t want everyone and there brother to be there right along side me.

Normally, I probably would have waited until some weekday when I could have more of the place to myself, but the call of the mountains proved too tempting.  Furthermore, I reasoned that I could always try to scare off the other visitors by making up lies about how the trail had been washed out by the recent rains, or that their safety was in jeopardy due to the rabid (and hungry) mountain lion.  As it turned out, the ominous forecast that had been predicted for today made all this unnecessary.  I am sure the allure of cotton candy, carnies (did you know that Oklahoma has the highest overwintering population of carnies of any state in the Union?  Don’t take my word for it, our state tourism website brags of the fact.), and meat on a stick kept a lot of these folks away as well.

My hike turned out quite splendid.  I saw very few people, and lots of neat nature stuff.  This was followed up by a trip to my favorite place to get a burger in the state, Meer’s Restaurant.  Only problem was, someone had eaten all the peach cobbler before I got there.  Oh well, cherry pie with homemade ice cream was a suitable substitute.

Anyway, as a former boss of mine would always close his postcard from the faraway destination he was spending his vacation.               Wish you were here………………  Not Really!!!!

Oh, and in case you were wondering what exactly it was that I was needing to confess and get off my chest, it really was me who made that awful sound followed by the acrimonious smell at the movie theater last Friday night.

Hello everyone.

The Redman Triathlon is rapidly approaching. OKC Kayak and family will be again providing the kayak support for the swimmers. This is a lot of fun. It is incredible watching hundreds of swimmers entering the lake and splashing around all at the same time. If you would like to be a part of this and have some experience in a kayak, give us a shout. Basically we are babysitting the swimmers from the water. If they need a hand, they can grab onto our boats or we can summon the rescue boat.

The event takes place at Lake Hefner on Saturday, September 20th. Kayakers will need to be on the water by 6 a.m. Boats should be dropped off the evening before, as you will not be able to park anywhere close to the event at all (plan to arrive early). If you can help out, contact Dave Lindo at 405.830.9689 or by email (dave@okckayak.com).

If this sounds a bit too early for your liking, we could also use a hand with the kayak pool at the Wildlife Expo (Last weekend of September– Friday, Saturday, Sunday). If there is a four hour period or so that you could help out, this would be incredible. Last year we put around 3000 people in kayaks that weekend. This too, is a remarkable experience to watch so many people (especially kids) getting excited about trying kayaking.

Many thanks,

Dave Lindo

Sorry for the lack of blogs lately.

Here is a site to keep tabs on the Olympic Canoe and Kayaking competitions.

http://www.redriver racing.org/ Olympic_Whitewat er_Letter. html

It was the second slab of metal to get hurled from the oversized, metal construction dumpster. Before it even hit asphalt, I realized my mistake. It was headed straight towards my friend’s leg. Instantaneously I cringed and winced, as I was surely sympathetically feeling the pain I had just caused. After mumbling a few four letter words under her breath to describe me, she was back at it. We had our work cut out for us.

Today’s job at hand called for a special type of person. One that is hardworking, kind, and lacking in any sense of self-esteem or dignity whatsoever. Today we were dumpster diving. Several weeks prior I had noticed a local store was having a going out of business sell-off. I made inquiry with the manager, a friend of mine, about what was to become of all the store fixtures. I was in the market for these shelves and displays for the new kayak shop, yet wished to use as much recycled stuff in the outfitting of our store. The manager told me to show up on Monday, because this is when the store was officially closed for good. He assured me that they would have some stuff to donate (We call this Habitat for Dave, rather than Habitat for Humanity– Have you scheduled your volunteer work day or material donation yet?)

Monday arrived, as did our twenty-two foot enclosed trailer which we emptied of boats to put into service for moving some store furnishings. They were really good to us, loading me up with glass showcases, wooden shelves, hat racks, and much more. On top of this, they offered to let me come back later in the week, at which point they would have all the merchandise removed from the rows of steel shelving. This too, would soon be mine for the taking.

As promised, I showed up later that week ready to haul off the donation. To my surprise, the store was already completely emptied out, with not a soul in sight. WHAT!!! Luckily, I remembered the manager speaking of a huge roll-off construction dumpster being delivered to the back alley of the strip mall where the store was located. One quick check of this semi trailer sized refuse bin confirmed my suspicions. All the metal shelves were now swimming in a medley of debris which included rotting, leftover lunch parts and all sorts of other garbage. One scan of the bin indicated that nearly the entire contents was metal shelving material and the needed supports.

As always, my schedule was hectic, and the task at hand large. I would only have about two hours free the next day to try and go salvage some of these. To wait until later would mean risking the dumpster along with the shelves getting picked up and taken to the dump where they would ultimately be discarded. The environmentalist in me was alone enough to try and prevent this from happening.

Instantly, I knew that I had but one option available to pull this off. Without hesitation, I made the call to my lifeline, Delilah Smith. (We had to come up with fake names for the somewhat covert operation which we were about to undertake.) Now folks, it takes a pretty darn special lady to agree to go dumpster diving on her day off. Today, ungodly temperatures would make this all the more true. It was 100 degrees and 100 percent humidity in the shade. … and believe, me we never were in the shade. I questioned Delilah as to if she had slathered on plenty of sunscreen. “We are not going to be out here that long are we?” I tried not to grin as I assured her that this shouldn’t take that long. Little did she know that I had purposely blocked her vehicle in with my own oversized truck and trailer. She was not leaving until I was good and ready for her to do so!

I would be the first to scale my way onto the top of the giant heap of metal. We agreed that I would throw the shelves off the dumpster, at which point Delilah would load these into my trailer. A few of the shelves on top had obvious damage, which I assumed happened when the forklift was used to squash down the contents of the dumpster to allow for more room. We peeled back layer after layer of these bent shelves, knowing that untarnished ones were surely right below. A monstrous pile of bent shelving was amassing beside the dumpster. I instructed my helper to go ahead and load these as well. She looked at me questionably as if the heat had surely gone to my brain. “That is pure treasure girl,” I assured her. Metal, Metal, Metal. Worth its weight in, well, steel??? The steel shelving supports alone, weighed a ton. “With the amount of metal in this dumpster, I bet there is a thousand dollars in here,” I assured her. She still looked skeptical.

The forays of throwing off the bent shelving continued. At this point, we had been at this for some time. The metal was so hot from the sweltering sun, that oven mitts truly would have come in handy to grab onto these. Both of us had a literal coating of white salt on our faces from the profuse quantities of sweat. I sent Delilah to the nearby 7-11 to grab us some drinks. Much to my surprise, she returned! Shortly thereafter, out of guilt, I sent her home. I would have to try and make the mangled metal mountain fit inside the trailer on my own. Away she went, with me still promising her that the kind of cash this would bring at the recyclers would make it more than worth all this.

Albeit a lot of metal that we were hauling off, we only barely scratched the surface compared to what was still landfill bound. Of the hundreds of pieces of shelving, we were unable to find one single piece which was not dented. I think the liquidators got in a hurry to get out of there and in fact used to forklift to disassembled the shelves rather than take the time to take them apart by hand. I still held to the consolation that this would all be worth it, because I would receive enough money to go buy my own shelves with the recycling proceeds.

Here is how things turned out. Delilah got a huge bruise on her leg from the flying chunk of steel. I got a puncture wound on my calf from another rogue piece of iron. We surely both suffered from sunburn and dehydration. …..but what about that cash?

Saturday morning I took the full trailer of metal to the recyclers. It was so heavy that even my unstoppable diesel truck was groaning from the massive load. I pulled onto the scale where a tare weight would be recorded. The guy at the scrapyard queried, “Watcha got?” “Steel shelving,’ I replied with a bit of a grin. “I think that is what we call tin,” he responded. “NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.” This was far too much work to be told that this was the much less valuable tin, rather than steel. I could have cried, because I still had to offload the stuff to regain the use of my kayak trailer.

It would take me another couple of hours out of my busy day to discard this “junk” in the scrap heap. With my head hung low, and a crick in my back, I drove back to the scale hoping that I did not get a flat tire from all the random sharp objects which are inherent of scrapyard roads. The scale got its reading, and I went into the office to get my money. The attendant handed me the little yellow slip with the total weight of the shelves. 2 5 2 0 That is right, two thousand five hundred twenty pounds. Right beside the weight was a price per pound. 2520 @ $4 FOUR DOLLARS PER POUND. THAT IS RIGHT DELILAH, OVER ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS. Right as I began to celebrate, I saw a dead car being drug across the scale outside the office. Curiosity got the best of me, so I asked the attendant how much a car like that brings on average. “About a hundred dollars at four dollars per hundred.” Huh??? HUH??? HUH????? Four dollars per hundred! I received my $105 and left. Good grief this was a lot of work for one hundred dollars. Now, I would have to probably take Delilah to dinner for her help which would probably take about half of this. The other half barely covered my fuel and antibiotic salve for the puncture wound.

What I did get out of this (besides a heck of a story), was a real eye opening look at what nice friends I have. As I stated in the beginning of this email, it is some kind of person to have been out there under these sort of circumstances. I knew that no matter the value of the treasures we pulled out of the trash heap, the real treasure was the friendship this person was offering me.

Who would you dig through the dumpster for?

Ha!!!

Oklatravel.net is featuring OKC Kayak in their online video newscast this weekend. The producer says that this will air either Saturday, Aug 2 or Sunday, Aug 3. It will be archived on the site permanently around two weeks from now.

Thank you Whitney and the Oklatravel.net staff.