I'm sorry, I just don't get it!

Dallas is in the midst of a storm - a sixty mph gust was just recorded - so we are staying one more day in Amarillo. There are two places Gary has his heart set on seeing yet- Cadillac Ranch and Route 66 historical district.

Our first stop was Cadillac Ranch, and I'm sorry...I just don't get it. Ten old Cadillac cars half buried nose first in the ground next to grazing cattle. They are covered with graffiti - which is encouraged. And there went Gary and Taryn, sharpies in hand, to join the hundred or so people out their expressing themselves on the cars

It's suppose to be art that makes a statement, but Gary really couldn't tell me what the statement is [and I'll keep to myself what I think it is]. I finally had to look it up for myself and this is what I found out about it's statement: "The piece is a statement about the paradoxical simultaneous American fascinations with both a "sense of place" and the mobility and freedom of the automobile." There you have it!

Some people that were leaving gave Gary and Taryn their half used can of gold spray paint...and then the fun really began. They spent a lot of time out there and lets just say I got some needed bbow cleaning done.

After that thrill we went to Cavenders Boot City. Gary's '92 cowboy boots have long been gone and he could hardly wait to get another pair in Texas. Taryn has been dreaming of a pair herself so they had a blast trying on boots and making this big decision. Now I'm not much for cowboy boots but Gary insisted we all get a pair so I ended up with some very nice boots too.

We then cruised down in the historic district of Route 66. Way cool retro buildings and signs to see there. We found a fifties joint to eat at but they were just closing so we went on to the next place. There were a bunch of bikers there and it looked a bit iffy but wanted to eat somewhere on Route 66 and there weren't many options left. The closer we got the less comfortable we were with this decision. There were a lot of beer bottles on the bikers tables. We hesitated a moment and just as we turned to leave a friendly biker walked up to us and invited us in saying it was a family friendly place that served great food.

Not wanting to be rude we thanked him, walked in and took an outside table as far on the edge as we could. I think every biker there was smoking and sipping a brew. We were so very uncomfortable but then the friendly biker pulled up a chair to join us. A waitress with a cleavage issue took our burger order as we visited with our smokin', drinkin' biker friend.

It seems we were just as fascinating to them as they were to us. They were quite curious about us and our bbow. All thru our lunch we received these friendly visitors at our table to find out where we were from and where we were headed. We got a friendly send off as we departed in our bbow.

Back at our "resort" we prepared for leaving in the morning. We were just ready to head out to the hot tub when another storm hit and it was big one. For more than an hour and a half there was pounding rain, wind, thunder, lightning and even hail. But when it's over it's over, so we were off to the hot tub. It was there that I was terrorized by several monster lizards. It's a frightening story but unfortunately am out of room on this post.