A lot of water pours through little streams and wide, shallow rivers onto the tilted plain of Oklahoma. Left to its natural inclinations, this water wouldn't linger, but rush self-centeredly onward to cast itself into the Mississippi and from thence to the sea. Fortunately for Oklahoma, some of the aforementioned politicians decided to dam the rivers and create a jillion little reservoirs to water the villages during our not-so-uncommon droughts. They also built lakes and ponds to supply a few large cities.
One of these reservoirs was just perfect for the building of a little resort. Hence, Medicine Park. For a few years, it thrived. People built tiny cabins from the round stones manufactured in the area, or they camped out by the pond-river and fished. There was a large restaurant and a plethora of social events.
Medicine Park was the place to visit, and everybody who was anybody in Oklahoma spent time there.
Then a few events transpired: The Great Depression, World War I, and World War II to name them.
Animals moved into the semi-shelters. The restaurant failed, as did the grocery store. For years and years, Medicine Park was a poverty-stricken ghost town. Then, in the optimistic 1990's, some clever developers discovered the place and promptly turned it into "the place to be" again.
There was a mad scramble to buy all the original structures...
... build large cabins over and around them, being careful to preserve any round stones, which had become the status trademark of this new, popular hide-away.
Some cabins overwhelmed the original buildings, but, as long as they had a round-stone foundation, they were accepted as part of the elite avant-garde society.
Down by the water, weeds were cleared away and landscaped plants were carefully positioned to look like natural growth.
It's a fine place to visit on a cool summer day!