Paint Rock, you have more competition! Forty-four people. Forty-four. That is the population of Lipscomb. Do they even have the courthouse open every day with that few people? They must since they’d have to administer to the county’s needs, but how do so few people live here then?
I’m always a bit leery of seeing the Ten Commandments at a place like this. I know Van Orden v. Perry confirms it’s legal (for the moment), but I still think about the importance of the separation of church and state. I get what Breyer was thinking, but I think he got it wrong. Then again, he’s on the Court and I’m just this guy, you know?
That said, there’s a nearby museum with this old wagon out front. And inside the door? That white container is a cache. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy (as they say in the parlance of our time). Rain was minorly annoying, but signed, sealed, and so forth. And, of course, Quanah for the win!
Oddly enough, this cache is one of the most important I’ve gotten. This one is the 50% mark. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have cached in half the counties in the state. I never though about getting this far, but now I am here at a pinnacle. Everything after this? Well, from this point on the enemy’s gate is DOWN.
I got back to driving, this time heading west instead of north, and in the fullness of time arrived in…
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