The Gift of an Inland Hurricane…

The summer of 2007 was an unusual one for our part of Oklahoma. Due to the generosity of the August 18-19 appearance of Tropical Depression Erin, record rainfall amounts brought with them record flooding. The aftermath of these floods put most Oklahomans in the same mood towards Erin as Gilda Radner displayed to Jane Curtin back in the seventies on Saturday Night Live – when she said, simply, “Bitch”.

In some parts of the state, Erin’s spirit of giving provided up to eleven inches of rain, all in one fell swoop. As the event unfolded, the National Weather Service (NWS) offered the following alert the morning of August 19th:


hurricane-erin-lg “Hurricane Erin” over central Oklahoma
(Photo Credit: Weather or Not)

At 3:15 that same morning, the NWS released the following:


And at 3:20 a.m., NWS updated this posting with:


bridgewashout The flood waters produced by Tropical Storm Erin washed the old, wooden bridge spanning Stinking Creek from its pylons, sending it out on another journey in life…
(Photo Credit:

With Stinking Creek officially out of its banks and raising hell, The Daily Oklahoman had this story to tell:

“Stinking Creek, which feeds into the Washita River near the Caddo and Grady county line, is out of its banks and is blocking State Highway 58. Dustin Kays, a state Transportation Department worker, said he’s been keeping traffic away since a little after 12:30 a.m. He’s seen cows and calves floating by.”

Though Stinking Creek was certainly not the only waterway that said, “The heck with you!” to its banks, it was the one that played a significant role in producing the materials that provided the subject of this blog. For it was the flooding of Stinking Creek on August 19th, 2007 that sent a 40-foot long, 20-foot wide, single-lane, wooden bridge a mile and one quarter downstream to rest on the creek’s bank where it passed through a cotton field owned by Ronnie, a co-worker of mine.

Bridge2 Perched high up on the creek bank 1 1/4 miles away from its former home, Stinking Creek bridge awaits a new fate…

Over the next few years, Ronnie tried in vain to get the county, or anyone, to remove the washed-up bridge from the creek bank at the edge of his cotton field. The presence of the bridge, perched cock-eyed on the west bank of Stinking Creek, was beginning to create a washout. With every ensuing rain, soil from the cotton field was flushed down the depression created when the bridge slammed against the bank. The county was not willing to spend the money it would take to dismantle, load, and haul away the old bridge, and simply offered that it was Ronnie’s to do with as he pleased, saying, “burn it if you want”.

At one point, a few years ago, Ronnie thought he had the bridge given away to another co-worker. Alan was going to use it to bridge a narrow section of the river that ran through his property. Alan always had to take the long way around to get to the far side of the river where it ran through his bottom-land, and the bridge on Ronnie’s place would provide the material to alleviate this problem. However, dismantling, relocating, and then re-building a 40-foot long bridge over a river is a goal that is easier imagined than accomplished. As it turned out, Alan’s imagination only provided visions of more time and labor than he was willing to put forth to tear down and relocate the bridge. And so it remained, stuck in the sand on the west bank of Stinking Creek, a mile and a quarter downstream of its original home.

Then, in early January of 2012, my and Ronnie’s boss mentioned a desire to have some large, reclaimed wooden beams to accentuate the interior of the new home he and his wife were building. Thinking of the heavy, eight by sixteen inch by 40-foot-long beams that supported the three by twelve inch, 20-foot planks of the Stinking Creek bridge he could not seem to get rid of, Ronnie offered them to our boss, saying, “I’ll bring you a picture of the beams tomorrow.” Hearing about this for the first time myself, and being a lover of wood, especially of the rustic nature, my ears perked up. With a hopeful tone, Ronnie continued to address our boss, “I think they are going to be just what you are looking for.” Secretly, I hoped they were not.

The next day, Ronnie showed our boss three pictures he had taken of the bridge using his iPhone (featured above and below) and, to my delight, they did not produce the exuberance Ronnie had hoped for. Trying a bit of salesmanship, Ronnie attempted to convince our boss that the beams would clean up and look great in his new home, but finally gave up as the conversation changed course. It looked like Ronnie would have to take the county’s suggestion and put a match to Stinking Creek bridge if he was ever going to stop the erosion on his property.

Bridge1 The old bridge would have to wait a bit longer for its rescue…

Later that morning, I approached Ronnie privately with the idea that, since no one else seemed interested, I might be willing to take the old bridge off his hands. At the moment, I was not sure what I would do with it, but surely I could find a use for the lumber on our ten-acre ranch. Seeing my sincerity, Ronnie expressed that he should check with Alan one last time to be sure he had definitely changed his mind about using the bridge for his river crossing. He would let me know as soon as he confirmed Alan was no longer interested.

By the time confirmation came that, indeed, Alan no longer wanted the bridge and I could have it, I was already tossing around a few ideas of what to do with the lumber. Maybe I would build a decorative walking bridge from our back porch over to a point that protruded to the northwest, where we had a sitting bench overlooking the woodland below. Hmm, now that would look pretty cool, but it would be a lot of work, and the point already had erosion issues. Oh well, I could always cut the beams to eight-foot lengths and use them for corner posts. The fence around the ten-acre ranch could stand to be replaced anyway. But the bridge would provide way more lumber than the fence repair project would require. Why, there was probably enough lumber in that bridge to build a small cabin. Cutting the beams for fence posts would just be a waste of a lot of good lumber.

Bridge BeamJPG Close-up of a 3″ x 12″ x 20′ bridge plank nailed to an 8″ x 16″ x 40′ beam.

Just then, my prior thought sunk in. A cabin! That is exactly what I would use the bridge lumber for! I recalled how, countless times, my hunting partner, Hoot, and I would dream aloud of one day building a structure that would serve as our camp kitchen. Then, we could prepare meals in comfort and not have to put up and cram our gear into our little cook tent each year. Hey, possibly we could make it big enough to provide room for a couple of sleeping cots as well! Let’s see, what would materials for that size of structure cost? Ooh, that much? Well, maybe someday…

Excited about now having an opportunity to eliminate the larger portion of the expenses associated with building our dream cabin, I emailed Hoot the following message:

Subject: Did you say Hunting Cabin?

Sent: Friday, January 13, 2012


We are officially the proud “owners” of a wooden bridge (photos attached). I thought this would provide excellent structural lumber (and I think plenty of it) for the hunting/cook cabin we have always talked about building. The bridge is located on the private property of a coworker of mine who is selling it to us at the cost of our own sweat and blood necessary to dismantle and remove it from his creek bank. He is even willing to help with the loading and such.

I thought we could stack the lumber at camp. Let me know when you want to go take a look and make a plan to tackle this chore.


I was not sure of the response I would get from Hoot, but I guessed he would share my excitement, at least to some extent. And, surely, he would be game for what lay ahead…

© From Creek to Cabin in 287 Days

8 thoughts on “The Gift of an Inland Hurricane…

  1. I am excited for you to begin writing about the cabin construction! It is an amazing story that needs to be told. What a year it has been for you… finally living (and building) a dream you have had for many years. I am so proud of you! The work the two of you put into this structure is impressive. Every time I ventured out to visit and photograph, I was in awe, watching the two of you work. I look forward to reading your story… even though, as the cabin widow, I already know this story!!

    • I know you sacrificed and endured a lot during this 287-day adventure. I hope you know how much your love and support throughout the project has meant to me. We could never have done it without the support, love, and understanding you displayed through it all. You are certainly deserving of taking some pride in the project as well! Hopefully, the writing about it won’t take 287 days!

  2. I am so excited to see your story of the cabin on my screen, I’ve been secretly hoping you would blog about it. The extreme weather events that took place, and your friend, Ronnie, who was (unfortunately for him) affected by it, both played such a vital part in your acquiring the lumber; I’d say your patience for, “Well, maybe someday…,” really payed off! And what a perfect time of year for your readers to cozy up inside, and enjoy the story of building the cabin. Handsome-looking blog, by the way, and great photos! I’m eagerly awaiting more…

    • I’m glad you liked my first installment. I tried to give enough detail to cover the truly historic event that provided us the gift of our cabin materials, and the people who played a role in it all. There are a lot of details that go along with the building of this cabin, so my challenge will be to find an appropriate mix of those details, along with the good stuff (the actual construction process), without boring the crap out of my audience. Please let me know if I go too far one way or the other.

  3. I have been wanting to see and know more about this cabin since Lori mentioned it in her blog. Glad to know you will be sharing your hard work and determination here so everyone can enjoy it! 😀

    • I am actually headed out to the cabin this evening for a 3-4 night stay. My next post will have to wait a bit longer…

      Thanks for your interest and checking out my blog – it will be difficult to match my wife’s story-telling abilities, but maybe I can churn out something worth at least a quick read now and then.

  4. Ok, in case Lori didn’t mention it to you, we’re all waiting for pictures of the finished cabin here…. And may I just say that you and your wife are BOTH very talented writers. This is some fantastic story-telling!

    • Thanks so much for the compliment and for checking out my blog Kim! I am working on the finishing touches of my next post – I’m a little slower writer than Lori – OK, I’m a lot slower.

      There will be more pictures with this next post, but not the finished cabin just yet…

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