Now this is a courthouse. This is a building where the work of the people is conducted. Even if it isn’t old and pedigreed with a storied past, this building imposes itself upon the town, drawing saint, sinner, and supplicant into its orbit. I would almost think it overpowers the town. It’s small and I don’t know anything about the town’s other institutions. That said, I think I found one they should be proud of.
My search for a cache led me to the Quitman Public Library. I’ve seen a number of small town libraries and this one dwarfs them. I would even go so far as to say it might well dwarf some of the bigger branches in Austin. This is not what I expect to find in small town Texas. But, then again, even when I find what I expect, I often don’t find what I expect so I guess that says more about me than it says about small town Texas.
The library was even nice enough to have a cache there for me so I left some uni-coins and a trackable. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy (as they say in the parlance of our times). Mission accomplished, we got back to rolling again. It was late in the day and we had two more counties before we could stop for the night. We headed off for a familiar location, making it to…
Geocaching While Black 