There sits along Iowa Park Road a small aviation airport with both a paved landing strip and a grassy landing strip, both of which cross a wheat field. I spent a few minutes walking around with my camera while My Mr Mallory mowed the grass behind his hangar.
I spotted the lines made by acres of walls and roofs constructed with corrugated zinc.
Door of airport office, an office rarely manned but with a radio that remains on,
occasionally transmitting the voices of the pilots in the area.
At the entrance of the airport one comes upon an oil tank the use of which consists of . . . merely decoration. Actually, it displays that the airport has a population of 72 and that vehicles over 8000 pounds are not allowed on the property. It also serves as an exhibit of stickers, predominantly from ENJPT -- pilots from NATO who train at nearby Shepard Air Force Base. The sticker below says: "THOSE ABOUT TO HOOK WE SALUTE YOU."
More pilot training stickers:
"CAUTION PILOT CONSTRUCTION NEXT 55 WEEKS FINES DOUBLE AFTER SOLO,"
and "USAF ACADEMY PILOT PARACHUTE TEAM."
Population 72 at this location.
One pole may hold several needed measurement and receiving devices.
A neglected sock at one of the hangars.
I noticed no hawg parked here.
Expressing individuality in one's hangar is an important aspect of healthy hobbying.
I like the colors in the photo below.
These hangars, known by the locals as "skid row," give new meaning to the terms old and neglected -- and battered.
Someone spray painted the cardinal points on the road between the hangars.
Walking around the back of a group of hangars, I came upon this scene . . . of oxidized doors.
Like a bulldog, these doors seem ugly, but cute at the same time.
Nice looking hangar at the end of the curve.
Several Mississippi kites grow up at the Wild Bird Rescue Center. I'll print the B/W below in the quarterly newsletter.
Two Mississippi kites, raised from fledglings at the WBR Center, sit patiently in Flight Room A, waiting for their day of release.
The Rock Island train depot in Waurika now houses the public library. A train rushed by us, tooting horn, as we walked around the renovated building. 
Jefferson County courthouse in Waurika, Oklahoma. 
Historic downtown Waurika and My Mr. Mallory's mug. I think he has an iron heiney, for he lead us for five hours, stopping once for coffee, and once for photographs. Iron Butt Rally, we have another potential rider for you!
I like Hermann's trees.
Even on a hot day with the temperatures in the 90s, cattle find enough energy to stampede toward water.
Dromedary camels along Highway 1180, on or near the Hudson Ranches.
A cross along Highway 1180 has the words written on it, "Hog Heaven."
Kathy's Korner along Highway 25 and at the end of Highway 258. I hear they used to serve good burgers there, and so I plan to stop by some day soon.
Turtles, and I know you cannot see them except for black spots in the brown water, swim around in the Wichita River along Highway 25.
