Cowboys and Colourful Cars


We were in Texas on a Sunday so we decided to go to a Cowboy Church.  We figured it was like a normal church but with bigger hats (if you discount the Pope who packs what must surely fill about fourteen gallons).  We were warmly welcomed by many, many people.  In my limited experience of English services it was different.  A lot of guitar, a man with an outdoor voice inside and the crowd whooping and holding their hands in the air.  It felt quite like an episode of the x-factor (but with more scripture).  We were pleased we went though.

Onwards to try and find the Cadillac ranch.  There wasn't a specific address to head towards so their was some t-turning involved and you can't see it from the wrong side of the road (which we were on) but we got there in the end.  Someone leaving handed me an aerosol spray so I sauntered up the mud path towards the cars and sprayed 'Trump Sucks' on a car, which seemed appropriate in the current climate.  Another visit had spent some time spraying over all of the Pro-Trump messages.

Yesterday, while at the Red River Cafe a couple told us that we were close to the Palo Duro canyon and that it was the second biggest after the Grand Canyon, so we drove over, paid the $10 to get into the national park and enjoyed the view.

A re-fuel then onto Adrian as there's a cafe on the mid-point of Route 66.  Called, as you may expect, the mid-point cafe.  So we're half way there and nine days in of twenty-one.

Many abandoned gas stations later and we crossed the border into New Mexico.  A new timezone and state number six.  We drove as far as a town called Tumacari and found a nice motel called the Roadrunner Inn.

As the sun went down the eagles circled around the Tucamari mountain, and we walked along looking at the nice neon signs on the main street.

The town that fruit forgot

Waking up just over the Texan border we did some calculations to see how we were doing.  Though Texas is HUGE it's actually for the second shortest stretch of Route 66 (after Kansas).  According to my calculations via the major towns (seven of them) and using the GPS it's just 104 miles and slightly less than two hours if we didn't stop.

We figured we'd rest up and have a non-driving day so we booked a second night at the Route 66 Inn.  Up early, as always, we took a walk up the road to see the Conoco Towers in the day, and had a walk around the museum and talked to the nice, knowledgable volunteers there.

It felt as though we should get some fresh food and asked where the local supermarket was.  Walking back to the car we struck up a conversation with the guy painting a mural on a wall and it turned out to be the artist who has done 90% of the all the murals you see in the area.

Back to the car and supermarket location typed in and GPS followed we were deposited in a decidedly non-shop location so we parked up and went for a walk.  We saw more murals by the artist.  Many (closed) antiques stores, but no supermarket.  We wondered what people do for vitamin C round here.  Giving up we went to the Dollar Store and got some fresh juice, etc. and when paying the cashier explained where the proper store was.  Oh, the site of things without a ten-year best before date... Lovely.  We stocked up and drove back to the room where we had a restful day.