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
The sizeable limestone amphibian lives smack dab in the heart of nowhere. The nearest settlement is Mannford, Oklahoma, home to a bit more than two thousand souls, numerous Yeti and a number of genuinely spooky characters.
Another website 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. Moonshine?
This would certainly seem to be the kind of place to steer clear of, but alas, the Frog beckoned.
About five 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!
We passed by a home with an impressive life-sized ceramic deer family and an old commode in the yard (got to love some lawn ornamentation!). Further on, suspended in the trees, old tires sported hand painted letters that read NO TRESPASSING KEEP OUT. Undeterred, we arrived at the Frog. (Note: If you get to the appliances dumped off into the ravine, youve
The Frog was a sight to behold. From high on his perch, he blankly stares out over his domain. We almost expected his brilliant white throat thingy to puff out with a loud croak.
Obviously, someone put a lot of love and care into the upkeep of the Frog, but we stood pondering whether it would have resembled a frog at all,
In awe, and wanting a closer look, we climbed the hill to look at Frog from all angles. He had been lovingly decorated all the way around his body and---HEY WAIT JUST A MINUTE MISTER! The Frog is a FRAUD. On the back side, it was clear that his eye -- the very essence of his froggly-ness -- had been constructed from wood and concrete!
How many thousands of people
Suddenly, 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 Frog alive...?David & Veronica, GypsyNester.com
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