On the southern edge of the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge sits a small but disorientating patch of red cedar planted in mathematically perfect six-by-six-foot rows. From inside, every direction looks identical: rank after rank of identical trunks marching off into the gloom.
The forest covers a few hectares and is best reached on foot from the Lost Lake trailhead inside the refuge. There are no facilities and the forest is rarely crowded. Bring a torch if you want to look around after dusk.