"On the road again"

After sleeping surprisingly well in the oversized bed of the Elvis suite, I awoke to find that Jake had not faired so well. The general sketchiness of the place had freaked him out enough that he was disturbed by large cracks around the door-frame and the paranoid delusion that someone was trying to look in . . . Okay, maybe it wasn’t that extreme but Jake has decided he’s not so crazy about motel’s that don’t have diamond star ratings like those given out by AAA.

So we packed up and left Clinton, OK and in no time crossed into the Lone Star state. Our first stop of the day was Amarillo, where we happened upon Sheplers Boots and Jeans. We bought neither, instead opting for hats. When in Texas ...



I have to say, I love Big Sky country. It’s somewhat inexplicable but it really does feel like there’s more of it out here. Parts of the Texas panhandle are especially flat, with no trees and few building to break up the horizon. We intended to visit the Cadillac Ranch off of I-40 but we saw it from the road, the back ends of ten cars sticking out of the ground. We felt we’d seen what we needed and kept on going to New Mexico.



On the road to Albuquerque, where we will be spending the night, we got our first look at mountains. The landscape filled up with sagebrush and the highway dipped up and down through the foothills. It was necessary to stop, take photos, and do our best impressions of Wrangler ads.