Photo Round-Up/Things I Learned


First: Beverage Station at McDonald’s. They messed up my much-anticipated latte because apparently at McD’s it is equally appropriate to pour steamed milk in an iced latte as it is to pour cold milk. It was a watered down mess, and not for the first time. I wasn’t ready to walk to the 2.6 mile round-trip to Starbucks, though, as my knees decided that they disapproved of my doing so in unsupportive shoes the previous day. (Of course I forgot sneakers on this trip, despite mental notes to remember them).

Second: Historic Route 66/6th Street, Amarillo where there are a ton of antique shops.

Third: Typewriter my lovely husband bought me at one of those antique shops.

Fourth: Dallas skyline, before we got stuck in traffic for over an hour.

Now, for things I learned on this trip, my first since I decided to travel with C.

1. No matter what I pack, and how I try to pack an equal number of nice vs. cozy clothes, I will always wish I packed something I didn’t and some things will be worn to death while, in this case all the nice clothes, remain untouched.

2. I cannot eat like C. and not gain weight. Myfitnesspal informed me that I would gain 17 lbs in 5 weeks when I plugged in what I ate each day. It was right, as I gained 2 lbs in just 6 days. I’ve lost 1.5 of them thanks to the realization that I am not 6 feet tall and naturally lanky like dear C. It doesn’t seem fair, but neither is not being able to wear nice things because I only fit in yoga pants.

3. I am bringing my car on longer trips for a reason. Only so many places are within reasonable walking distance and my purse is heavy. Holing up in a bookstore would have been a nice break from the motel room, but luckily C. worked short days and I got to get out more than I would have if he’d worked his normal hours.

4. Not all motels have complimentary conditioner. My hair is gross without conditioner. C’s bottle of shampoo exploded all over itself, though, which is why I didn’t bring my own in the first place. So, travel sized conditioner will definitely be coming on my next trip.

5. C. and I get along amazingly well, even when crammed into the cab of a truck or a motel room for 6 straight days. This is very important.


Cadillac Ranch



Cadillac Ranch is a few miles away on the famous Route 66, so we went to check it out this afternoon. It was pretty cool and random. As we walked through the gate, a teenager handed us his can of spray paint which was awesome since I had no idea about the graffiti aspect of the whole thing. It was definitely my first time graffitiing anything, first time even using spray paint. The wind made it even harder to achieve my simple goal of emblazoning our initials on a Cadillac, and I’m certainly no Banksy, but I think it’s legible enough even though C. begged to differ. His “La” for Louisiana didn’t look any better, so neither of us has a career in graffiti art.

After the Ranch we headed off to another ranch for dinner- the Big Texas Steak Ranch, home of the 72 oz. steak challenge (finish it and a shrimp cocktail, baked potato, salad and bread all in under an hour and it’s free- otherwise, it’s 72 dollars). We both tried Rocky Mountain oysters for the first time and I thought C. summed it up pretty well when he said, “it tastes like fried food”. It did… though the texture was unique, not in a bad way. Neither of us attempted the challenge, and I would never even if I knew I could do it because I hate eating in front of people and they have people attempting it sit at a table on a platform in view of everyone. The restaurant is huge with two stories, so that’s a lot of watching eyes! They have a trash can next to the challenge table, too, and I was kind of relieved no one attempted it and used the can, though C. was disappointed. 

Walking Around on Access Roads



Today’s super-exciting adventure was a 1.3 mile walk from the hotel to Starbucks. It wasn’t exciting at all, actually, which was just what I was hoping for. It’s on the same road the hotel is on, FM40 or something which stands for “Farm to Market Road” according to C.’s research. I might pop over to Bealls which is directly behind me and see if I can buy a sweatshirt because I was unprepared for all the 30 degree weather. I get up at 6-ish in the morning, so despite seeing a forecast calling for mostly 60-degree days, I’m dealing with hours and hours of freezing cold weather in the morning. It’s a much drier climate here than at home, evidenced by the intense weather change from day to night, my staticky hair and bone-dry skin. Is there no happy medium when it comes to humidity or do I just not go to places where it exists? My crazy hair is either curling/frizzing from humidity or sticking out all over and clinging to me from static. 

C. is already done work for the day, apparently, so maybe we’ll get up to something later. It’s unlikely, knowing my husband’s love of relaxing in front of the t.v., but possible.

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