Hello from Amarillo!

I'm still trying to adjust to, what do we call it? Miata Lag? Two time zones in two days has kept me a little behind the 8-ball. I am hoping that tomorrow I can get with the program.

Dinner and comfy bed last night with Ron and Laura Harvey in Las Vegas, NM, a fascinating little town. Pretty much passed over by "progress" and, as a result, remains relatively intact from a century ago. It seems that the cuisine has not suffered in Las Vegas, however. Dinner last night included bacon and gorgonzola fondue (as an appetizer, no less!) followed by chicken and pasta in even more gorgonzola. Redundant, yes, but ever-so-nummy. So yummy in fact, that this morning's breakfast choice was oatmeal. Trying to be nice to Tommy's Tummy tonight.

Adding to my list of Twisties Not to be Missed, I took Route 104 southeast out of Las Vegas to Tucumcari. Wonderful vistas, and, not to beat a dead horse, but lonely-wise, it was right up there. This is a view from the road. Whatever that is down in the valley (the valley so low) that looks like the road, isn't.

I paid the obligatory visit to the Cadillac Ranch just west of Amarillo. I was hoping to get a picture of Bergy next to what's left of the Cadillacs, but they are planted maybe 100 yards from the road. I'm pretty sure that Bergy is glad he's not planted nose down in a Texas prairie.

Everything is graffitied. Everything, even the dirt. And in Texas, it is likely that Maria will last a long time.

Route 66 is famous for its outsized, um, everything: dinosaurs, cowboys, et ceteras. We stopped to consider what is purported to be the largest cross in the western hemisphere. It was big, but is it more powerful than a small cross held in the hand of a true believer? So why do people build these things?

Or the big cowboy just down the road at the Cadillac Ranch RV park and gift shop and, I assume, anything else that can turn a buck from tourists who come to see what's left of the real thing.  Turns out that he was a "Second Amendment Cowboy," whatever that is. Maybe all this bigness is a form of shouting, or typing in all caps. Whatever it is, there's a lot of it.