356. Cheyenne, Roger Mills County (OK06)

What do I think? No, sir, I don’t like it. I’m so not in like with it that I felt that only a Youtube clip would truly capture my feelings about it. That being said, though, there is one really cool bit about this modern suburban office building that calls itself a courthouse. If you look closely, you’ll see there looks to be a building inside the entranceway.

This is the old courthouse vault. In 1916, a fire burned down the courthouse and the employees managed to move all the records from the courthouse into the vault, saving all the vital county stuff for generations to come. So when they built the latest courthouse, they built the front around the vault. That’s somewhat interesting from a courthouse perspective. Add to it the bridge that leads to the front, a feature I’m not sure I’ve seen before, and I feel that this place has managed to save itself from my all time list of least favorite courthouses. Of course, that also inspires me to actually start compiling a list of favorite and least favorite courthouses, but that’s neither here nor there. Still looks like a location from Office Space, though… Choosing a cache was the hard part. The nearest cache was not only visible from my location, but the most favorited in town. However, it also involved a nice 90 year old lady who loves meeting the cachers who come to claim it. Deciding that I didn’t want to do anything that involved human contact, both as an infection vector issue and as a general introversion issue, I opted against it. Besides, I didn’t want to spend that much time in town.

There’s always a cemetery. A mile down the road I drove in and encountered my most favorite kind of cache: a micro in a tree! Unfortunately, HTML does not yet employ sarcasm tags, so I leave it as an exercise for the reader to decide where they should be placed.

Finding this thing took a lot longer than I expected by an almost embarrassing amount. The tree was big and fat and I went around it forever it seemed. After reading comments in the logs, I had the feeling I might be better served looking in the fallen tree across the road. And I found it! Except it wasn’t it! It was a letterbox that someone had placed! I don’t think that’s happened since Boerne, two years and seemingly a thousand (fine, 335) counties ago… So I went back to my fat tree and tried again because I had no desire to go find another one, and my stick-to-itiveness (holy monkey, that’s actually a legit word) paid off! Once the particulars were attended to, I was off like a shot to…

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