Day 14
Friday April 15
Since it was my last real day of vacation, I did get an early start, heading back out to the Witchita Mountain Wildlife Preserve. Driving Hwy 115, I saw this sign...
The folks in the Preserve's visitor center assured me the sign is legit. The preserve borders Fort Sill and they do occasional live fire artillery. She also assured me they "usually just close the road."
On the drive into the preserve...
The trail I had chosen was to Post Oak Falls. There's a trail to the base, as well as another to the top. The trail was a bit rocky and probably could have been better marked. But, over all, not bad.
Post Oak Falls. Take into account this IS the dry season. I asked a couple of guys coming down from the top if it was worth it. They replied, "not really."
From the drive out...
Just east of the preserve sits the town with the curious name of Medicine Park. As you might guess, it began its life as a resort and spa. In 1906, a young lawyer by the name of Elmer Thomas fell in love with the area. The Wichita National Forest, had opened just a couple of years earlier. Five years prior had seen the selling of land grants and the creation of the city of Lawton.
The new town would need readily available water, so he built two dams, creating a small lake. Alongside the lake, he created the Medicine Park Resort and Health Spa. It started out fairly primitive, with guests sleeping in tents. The resort grew.
Twenty years after his initial inspiration, Thomas was elected to the U.S. Senate and sold the property. It turned out to be a wise move on his part. The Great Depression all but buried the resort.
By the mid '80s, the town was in disarray. The remaining residents began a massive restoration project. It worked and Medicine Park is a tourist stop yet again. One thing the town was always know for, are the cobblestone walls.
It was time to head out and drive the last stretch to Oklahoma City. In town, I stopped at the memorial to the victims of the Alfred Murrah Building. It didn't seem that long ago since the bombing, but it was 1995.
It's in an area they call Bricktown. What used to be a warehouse district, is how home to numerous bars, restaurants, venues and galleries. I booked a night in the Country Inn and Suites simply because it was a few blocks away.
I mentioned I was in for the show and they told me the motel has a shuttle service that runs until 2A. Bonus. No parking fees!
I had the shuttle drop me off at the last brewery of the tour, Bricktown Brewery.
Not having to worry about driving, I lingered over an extra pint until it was time to walk the few blocks to the venue.
Primus was in the middle of a Rush tribute tour. Pre-Covid, they had done a few dates, not expecting it to take off. Based on the response, they kept it going, at least until everything shut down. This was their first show since.
The band came on around 9P and played an hour set of their best known songs. They opened with "Those Damned Blue Collar Tweakers."
They took a brief break, then came out for the Rush tribute. Seeing Rush individually as teenagers impacted greatly on the future members of Primus. So, the second set of the tour is them playing Rush's album "A Farewell to Kings" in it's entirety.
I asked about a wake up call. But, a sign of the times, the motel didn't have room phones. Fortunately, the cell phone's alarm went off right on time.
There were four flights I could have taken that would get me home in time for my night shift. Not feeling that daring, I was on the 7A flight out. This way I wouldn't have to be that worried about delays. But, we left right on time. The downside, it was one of those flights that's just bouncy enough to keep you from getting any sleep.
But, we did take off and arrive on time and I had plenty of time to take a long nap.
David
4/22
PS: The next trip out is in May. I'm just driving up to see Mom. I tried to do this in January, but would have been driving through an ice storm on the way up, with another right behind.
June, I'm making yet another attempt at Michigan's upper peninsula. And then there's the trip to Jersey in late July. I'm trying to wrap my head around this being my 40th high school reunion.
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