123. Childress, Childress County

I slept for a few hours in the car until day was about to break and then I began my work. Another small town courthouse that has seen better days, but she is a majestic creature. In a completely unrelated query, why do I think of courthouses as female? I’m sure a therapist would spend some time deconstructing that one (as opposed to the thousand other riddles that compose who I am). I hadn’t really thought about it until now as I’m taking a closer look at the photo, but having an illuminated interior section makes a harder photograph to take well. It distracts from the exterior lettering, especially in the half-light of the earliest morning.

May I say that this place has something I’ve never, ever seen before. Is that an Eternal Flame that is cemented over? That’s no way to remember the future of the veterans of…whatever war this was meant to commemorate. But that said, I had things to do.

The cache was easy peasy, lemon squeezy (as they say in the parlance of our times). Literally sitting out to be found by whomever came seeking, sitting at the edge of a small park around the corner from the courthouse. But the challenge is the last thing when there are counties to be logged. And once the deed was done, I was off to…