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In 1906, a railroad worker stored some volatile chemicals used by oil companies in a warehouse just northwest of downtown Tulsa. Unfortunately for him, the chemicals caused an explosion heard as far away as Claremore and created a decent sized crater where the warehouse used to be. Tulsa officials turned the crater into a swimming hole, which after a couple decades became fowl-exclusive. It's in Owen Park, also the site of Tulsa's oldest home (a three-room log cabin built by a Christian missionary) and the meeting place of Cherokee, Osage, and Creek tribal boundaries, commemorated by a stone marker.
THIS is the kind of history that I like.
THIS is the kind of history that I like.