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This is a heartbreaking story, and I think it's great that you highlighted how this park really got its name. I love reading about the history and origin stories of our nation's smaller parks. As a kid growing up just a few miles from a park in the Sans Bois Mountains of southeastern Oklahoma called Robbers Cave State Park, me and my siblings heard the stories about how outlaws such as Jesse James, Belle Starr, and the Dalton Gang were rumored to have hidden out there in the caverns. We'd explore those caves and peek through all the crevices hoping to spot the gold that the outlaws supposedly hid there. The original CCC group camps, picnic shelters, roads, and old bathhouse-turned-nature center are all still there. My grandfather was employed as a carpenter in the park in the 70s and 80s, and my mom worked as a housekeeper in the cabins. My older brother donned a raccoon costume (Park Pal) and gave nature tours in the early 90s. He also helped maintain some of the equestrian and hiking trails. When I was 18, I spent the summer working in the cabin/campground office before heading off to college. Regrettably, the stories that we didn't hear growing up were those of the Osage and Caddo people who used those lands as a hunting ground and the native cultures that came before them. Your post has inspired me to dig deeper into that history.

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