Baker, in about as isolated a location as you can find anywhere, is in the Oklahoma Panhandle, just a stone's throw from Kansas, and often doesn't appear on maps. It does have a post office, a Methodist church, a grain elevator, a few dozen folks, and the ruins of what was known as the Eureka School. About all that's left is what remains of the gym and a few walls. There really wasn't much to see here. Under that tarp are some materials, indicating that at some point, someone apparently was planning to do some work on the place, but I don't see any recent indications of anything going on. Back in one of the old dressing rooms is a forgotten CD player and CD collection. Maybe whoever was working on the place had it to listen to some tunes. The collection of discs was curious and had such selections as Barbra Streisand and Leonard Cohen, not something I'd expect on the plains of Oklahoma. But then as I drove across the Panhandle High Plains Public Radio was playing old Broadway show tunes, so maybe that's what people enjoy in this part of the country. The locals and alumni clearly remember their school fondly enough that they erected this little park and monument about 20 years ago. The Eureka Bears, I presume. This is some lonely, lonely country with pretty harsh conditions. This was pretty much the epicenter of the Dust Bowl of the ‘30s. When you see all those sad old photos of ruined farms and almost-ruined people, this is the country you’re looking at. I believe it takes a pretty tough person to live out here.