Saturday afternoon while Mama and I were looking at houses
in Comanche County we saw a sign for the Wichita Mountain Wildlife Refuge. It
indicated that we were only three miles from the refuge. When we looked at the
house we were researching – which sold for far more than was indicated on the
report sheet – we crossed over the Quanah Parker Highway and drove into the
refuge. The first thing that caught our attention was the stacked rocks that
formed the hill leading into the refuge. The formations stretched out for
several miles. Those of you that know Mama know her fascination with rocks. The
next thing that caught our attention was a sign warning travelers that
artillery shells may be shot over the road. I found that interesting. I have no
idea what that would be like but assume it would be hard to miss when it
happens. At the entrance to the refuge there is a monument style sign that has
a warning posted announcing that longhorns and buffalo are to be considered
dangerous. The entire area is open range, so the warning was to let people know
that there were no barriers of fences to contain any of the wildlife in the refuge.
I told Mama as we drove past that sign that I would like to see some buffalo.
We did not have to go far. About a mile into the refuge
there was a bull buffalo and a cow. They were huge. They were not hard to spot
partly because of their size and dark hides against the green meadow. They were
easy to spot because a couple of young guys were out in the field getting
closeups of themselves with the bull. We stopped along with several other
vehicles to get pictures also. We stayed in the vehicle. But we had to wail
until the two interlopers made their way back to their car to get an
unobstructed view. We did not go much farther into the refuge. We had to try and
get home at a reasonable time, but it was a nice detour.
I got on my LinkedIn page last week and saw a note from a gentleman
who had worked a brief time with me at the job I currently have. The message
was over a month old. Just shows how hooked I am to social media. Anyway, I reached
out to him through email and we eventually connected by phone. When he left
this company, he easily found work. He is an upper management type – Vice President
background, visionary. I knew when I met him that he would not be long with this
company. The position he was in was not a good fit for him professionally. He
relocated out of the country with the new company position. We did not have
time to talk long. He was on another call when he took mine but hopefully, we
will reconnect when both of us can spend some time catching up. He is a very
interesting man. A year of so ago he sought my help with a project that he may still
want to pursue. We will see.
Mama and I came to the office for a couple hours last night.
I had a lot of research to get lined out and we needed access to a working
printer. The one at the house is not working properly. I also needed to two-monitor
set up I have at the office. What was funny was that the houses we were
researching are the ones we just looked at Monday when we were finished with the
auction and neither of us could keep them straight. We did not have the pages
we used for notes when we were in Lawton and neither of us took any “as-is”
pictures when we were there, so we were struggling to remember what we actually
saw at each property.
After getting slightly agitated with the disagreements we
were having as we tried to connect the dots of our collective memories, we
finally had to laugh about it. We are learning as we go. One thing is obvious.
We will require a lot more pictures to keep properties straight. We were trying
to disconnect from the eight properties we looked at for the last auction and
retain the memories of the seven we are looking at for the next auction. It would
be nice if we could annotate pictures as they were being captured, but I am not
sure such software is available.
Mama was out fairly early the other morning and got some
nice images of the sunrise through the trees on the east side of the property.
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