|Didn't Mean to Interrupt, LOL|
I entered the park via the Treasure Lake/Job Corps entrance to the southwest, and met up with the 49, the main road running east to west through the park. I stopped at Prairie Dog Town for a few pictures of one of the curious critters that allowed me to get surprisingly close, then I popped into the great Visitor Center for a little information. I set up my tent at a semi-primitive site in Doris Campground, where for just $8 I had the place all to myself! Of course, no other tenters were there, because the temperature was in the scorching triple digits - and humid, too! Then I headed to the eye-blink village of Meers (famous for their Meersburger made of Texas Longhorn from their own ranch), stopping for photos of big, beautiful Texas Longhorns and Buffalo on the way. I visited Meers Country Store for a bottle of their very own Meers Gold Beer - "served in a BIG 22 oz bottle, Meers Gold is a wheat brew, handcrafted by the Krebs Brewing Company, using the original recipe from the Choctaw Nation. It's not Filtered. Meers Gold is aged in the bottle and this allows completion of the fermentation process. This is the way the Choctaws have made their beer for over a hundred years."
|A Peek at Quanah Parker Lake|
Before bed, I had a long overdue chat with my friend Tyler, hosed myself down with cold water from the camp's water pump, and contemplated the universe from my quiet place under the stars :)
|A View From Mount Scott|
I left the refuge at about 1pm, and traveled to the little village of Medicine Park, "America's Cobblestone Community," "founded on July 4th, 1908, as Oklahoma’s first planned tourism resort. A 5-minute drive around town revealed great views of beautiful "Bath Lake" (popular swimming destination for visitors), a quaint "cobblestone square," and some delicious home-made ice cream at the town's Ice Cream & Candy Company.
Next I went to nearby Fort Sill, and paid a heartfelt visit to Geronimo's grave.
|Victor Building, 1893|
Tuesday, August 9th
First thing this morning I took another good look around the campground and lake, but alas, did not find any sign of my tent. My Lost/Damaged/Stolen List is getting bigger :/
|Just Another Private Residence!|
I spent the better part of the day in downtown Guthrie, the original capital of Oklahoma, and "the largest urban Historic District in the United States, containing 2,169 buildings, 1,400 acres and 400 city blocks; nationally significant because of its outstanding collection of late nineteenth and early twentieth-century commercial architecture." I hopped aboard the restored First Capital Trolley for a 50-minute, audio-narrated "Historic Tour" through town, primarily focusing on fairy tale-like private residences of all styles of architecture. Although the driver had no real knowledge of Guthrie's history (thank god for the CD!), and kept us all a little on edge as he barreled through town like an escaped convict, the immaculate homes were marvelous! In fact, as soon as the ride was finished I hopped into my car and retraced the tour's "steps," to get some good photos. Totally worth the $3!
And to Dallas I go!