A Trip to Amarillo

In the taxi on our way to the airport this ad showed up on the Taxi TV just about every three minutes.

The second time this afternoon turned up my husband pretended to be shocked by the existence of Dementia and an organization to help the demented.

After that each time the add showed up we just laughed. We are easily amused.

I always feel a little bit sad leaving New York.

We left as the sun was setting and our plane chased the sunset for about an hour.

Friday mostly we took care of some not very interesting things but Friday night we went to shul with our son. It's a small but very warm community here. They are big believers in a meal after Friday night services so we got to know some of the lovely members of the synagogue as we ate dinner with them.

A few years ago, before a different Texas trip, our son bought us a fat Texas guidebook. Their chapter on Amarillo basically said that there wasn't much to do here.

We weren't willing to believe that.

So far,we made a pilgrimage to Buc-ees, the convenience store on steroids.

Buc-ees smells like a mix of the smoked meats that they make in house and the fudge they make on the selling floor and the nuts they roast and candy in front of the customers. No, we didn't buy any of the meat or the fudge or even the nuts but we did buy a har of spicy pickled quail eggs for our son. He has grown quite fond of them.

One of the great sights of Amarillo is the Palo Duro Canyon which is supposed to be the second largest Canyon in the United States after the Grand Canyon.

The canyon is a short drive from town.

The landscape is probably the most dramatic I have ever seen in real life. Unlike the Grand Canyon you can drive through most of the canyon. There are also a series of trails going through the area. We walked an easy trail.

Despite the ease of the trail we were rewarded with fabulous views.

Another famous site just out of town is Caddilac Ranch. It is an art installation of several Caddilacs buried nose first in a field.

Caddilac Ranch is a 1974 version of an Instagram moment. A van is onsite selling spray paint so that each visitor can add their own bit to the cars

Fifty years of spray paint has transformed the Caddilacs into something reptilian.

We arrived in Amarillo with only very minor delays. None of my fears in my previous post were realized. I do, however, assume that if I didn't actively worry then all the bad things would have taken place.

We drove out there. We looked at the installation and took our photos.

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