The crazy long day to Dallas meant… we could enjoy day 2! We all slept in a bit and headed to a breakfast spot near our hotel, Snooze Eatery (looks to be a smaller, regional restaurant group). It was VERY apparent that they boys needed to stretch their legs when they asked if they could run in circles around the park by the restaurant. We had a perfect spot to watch them, sit with Tater and enjoy the perfect weather morning in Dallas. We jumped straight on the road from there, en route to Amarillo.
The drive stretched through endless flat, plains— very many windfarms (personally think they add, rather than detract from the landscape), oil rigs and Cotton patches. The path itself was one, to two lanes, 75 mph and an easy shot to Amarillo. With one stop for gas, we made it to our next spot around 4pm.

After getting our things settled in the hotel, we visited the Cadillac Ranch, a public art installation funded by Amarillo-native, Stanley Marsh. The installation consists of 10 Cadillacs sunken into the ground. The cars involved ranged from ’49 to ’63 models and supposedly are meant to represent the rise and fall of the Cadillac. The fun of the installation is that you can bring, buy or find abandoned spray paint cans and become a contributor to the installation. The personal contribution may only last a day or so, but we had fun joining in. As we arrived, there were two trailers flanking the entrance selling spray paint, one covered in Trump 2020 flags and the other in Pride/rainbow flags — even the entrance to this remote art installation laid out our current cultural division (not a tough guess as to where we purchased spray paint 😉
Afterwards, we drove through the historic Route 66 district in Amarillo — this once, only gateway to the West Coast feels a bit like the tired areas of A1A near Daytona.

We ended the day at Joe’s Tacos on their outdoor patio for dinner. This felt like our best option in the area, but was pretty much just “food”. The one highlight was seeing Shepherd, in his adventure travel mode, willing to try Guacamole. Even though this was a much shorter travel day, we were all pretty zonked, Rawls nearly falling asleep at dinner, and think we all crashed by 9pm.
Joe’s Tacos — nice evening / so-so tacos































































































