It Is What It Is
Well, not exactly morning, but I did make it there my mid afternoon. Of course, the first time that I decide to save some cash and camp at a KOA, it would have to rain like crazy. So, off I went to see the town. Well, maybe not the whole town, but a couple stops worked just fine. First on the list was The American Quarter Horse Hall of Fame and Museum. Wow ! ! Just the building is awesome, hardly anyone there, so I wandered around and had a good time learning about the history of the Quarter Horse. It was still raining when I finished up there, so I drove down the road to The Big Texan Steak Ranch. The place was busy even at 4 in the afternoon. There was a gentleman up on the stage doing his best to put away the 72 oz. steak and all the trimmings. Yea, he didn’t finish. That’s a whole lot of food. I decided to forgo the steak challenge and had the chicken fried chicken. Yummy…. Back to the KOA with a full belly, and the slightest rays of sunshine coming through the clouds. I parked the Jeepster, and arranged my bed for the night. Sleeping in the back of my Jeep isn’t nearly as comfortable on the old back as it may sound. So early the next morning, I was up and on the road, aching back and all. No trip through Amarillo would be complete without a stop at Cadillac Ranch. Oh, did I mention that it had rained the night before, yeah, so trekking out to the middle of a corn field to look at ten Cadillacs buried nose down in the dirt, was just a bit muddy. I slipped on my boots, and walked out, only to find that there was a huge mud puddle that encompassed the entire area. So, I didn’t get a chance to spray paint my name on the cars, but it was pretty funny watching all of the other people try to make it out there without getting mud on their nice white sneakers. And the 30 bikers that pulled up and stood there trying to decide if they wanted to get their leathers dirty. Headed for Colorado and whatever the road holds…. stay tuned ! !
Now you know id have been in that mud with some dam spray paint
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