460. Sallisaw, Sequoyah County (OK54)

This is a slightly strange courthouse to me. It’s slightly rugged, but not terribly rugged. It’s both human but imposing, a place of justice, but of the overbearing, possibly autocratic sort. Can an ahistorical fixture be a thing? I guess? I can’t entirely explain it, but then again I don’t have to. It exists whether I will it or not. That also said, I could hear the yells and screams of some kind of fight in the background. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that engenders a sense of security. The funny thing is I had decided to skip Sallisaw and continue my travels, but, as fate would have it, I had to pass through it anyway to get to my next destination, so why not? I was there, I might as well. As for the cache…

Wait… What? What am I looking at here? Yes, ladies and gentlemen (or however you identify—I don’t mean to be gender assumptive), that is the cache. In its current incarnation, anyway… There was a magnet that was either epoxied, or possibly welded to the stop sign pole. I don’t think it can be welded though, because the heat would screw up the magnetic field, ruining the magnet. The other side is a bottle cap, with a log (and an ad for a head shop) sandwiched in between. I went ahead and signed it because a cache is a cache is a cache, but I’m pretty sure this is illegal at this point. It has no container and, honestly, it’s one of the most disappointing caches I’ve seen in quite a while. I swallowed my pride and signed it. I wish I could say something more charitable about it, but I can’t. Instead, let us focus on the obvious question hanging in the air: if I was going to skip Sallisaw, where was I going? I was venturing to arrive in…