Have I seen something that’s straight up cut out of stone out here in a while? Are there even quarries around here? I mean, this does look lovely but a lot of the brick here has been red if I remember correctly, except for Springfield and that’s big enough of a place to have cut stone shipped from somewhere else. Now that I think about it, a couple of the palatial courthouses in the middle of nowhere were cut and a bit roughhewn so I guess there’s got to be something there. Either way, that’s a digression. My point here (and I do have one) is that this is a great courthouse. I noticed there is a semi-circular apse type feature in the back. I saw something similar in Galena. I wonder if that’s just an artifact of a particular architect or if it’s part of a style that I’m not hip to?
The cache was a Lock-n-Lock behind the air conditioning unit of a chiropractic office. I snagged a couple of trackables for transport south, but with that I was officially done with all but the final stage of the trip: the drive back home. I, of course, stopped for some caches along the way.
Passing through Fort Smith, I grabbed a Virtual with a strange story behind it. It was long believed that the relevant tombstone was the murdered mistress of a long-time former mayor. It turned out it wasn’t her (there was a mistress, though). Thanks to the enigmatic gravestone, the legend was enough to spawn haunted tales. I stopped at the Virtual at the old fort itself, but it was as involved as a Multi, and after the ignominy of Fort Scott, I let it go. I picked up some others but little else of note as I continued. Eventually, I made it home to the comfort of my own bed, and I slept a justly earned rest.
And the next morning, when I awoke, I chose my cache for the day. I logged The Arkansas County Challenge.
And that is how I finished my fifth state, the Land of Red Dirt and Diamonds.