Along the Geronimo Creek: Highpoints roadtrip

Day Two:

I got an early start on Saturday morning...I was at the trail head for highpoint before daylight. As soon as I had enough light to see the ground clearly(I was taking the warning about rattlesnakes seriously), I was on my way. The 4.3 miles to the highpoint was rather uneventful. Most of the 750 ft elevation change occurred in a distance of about half mile as I ascended from the prairie to the top of mesa. The mesa was as flat as a pancake and it would have been impossible to locate the highpoint if it wasn't for the monument that had been erected at the specific location. Photo op and I was retracing my steps. The entire round trip of 8.6 miles took about four hours. Back to the car and I headed east toward Boise City, Oklahoma. As I entered the downtown square of this small rural town, I noticed people lining the street like there was going to be a parade. I rolled down the window to ask what was going on and the young couple I asked, insisted that I park the car(can't get thru town anyway) and join the fun. I sat and watched the parade with the young couple , their two kids, aunt, grandmother and a couple of other friends. When they found out that I wasn't in any particular hurry, they invited me for coffee(thank goodness they also had tea) and cookies that were being served by the civic club that the young lady belonged to. While munching homemade cookies, I listened to the other activities going on and from the talk it seemed that I shouldn't miss the hamburger lunch and home made ice cream at the Methodist church. I mean everybody in town was going so I should be there. I ate with some of the folks that I had already met ... The high school cheerleaders were selling several kinds of homemade ice cream and they actually had my very favorite... which happens to be Reese Peanut Cup. I should have gotten the recipe because it was really really good. As I was eating my ice cream, two young guys came around handing out copies of the U.S. Constitution. They were wearing Ron Paul 2012 buttons so we talked a little politics and Kenny Bob gave me a Ron Paul button. Wow! That was a great snapshot of rural small town America. Couldn't stay any longer because it was time to hit the road to Kansas. Three hours later and after driving down some lonely gravel roads, I drove right up to the highpoint( Mount Sunflower) of the state. There was no one else at the highpoint and when I checked the register, I found that no one had been there for several days. After the highpoint, I headed northwest into Colorado and ended up spending the night at Bonny Lake State Park. I camped next door to two gentlemen my age from Denver. They had caught a boatload of fish that day, and invited me over for fried fish. I had never had walleye so I took them up on the invite and we ate fish and swapped stories til after dark.