Mount Sheridan as seen from west of Meers, OK
This is the view this morning from the little cabin I am renting (for the second time) outside of the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. This octagonal-shaped cabin is a magical place - a balmy breeze wraps around it constantly and seems to speak in the hushed voices of the ancients. Across the street, about 200 yards away, there is not a leaf moving and the temperature is a good fifteen degrees warmer. In the middle of July in western Oklahoma I sleep here, buried under blankets, with one window open and the air conditioner turned off - a delightful surprise for certain - but uncanny and unheard of.
This peak and this place call to me much like Pedernal near Ghost Ranch did for the thirteen years I lived in Santa Fe. It seems like wherever you go - there you are. But with one big difference - this is right in my backyard - and this is home.
To see the sky in other parts of the world today