Neon Cowboys and Western Horsemen

Sending some postcards from the Plano post office.

Today we drove from Plano to Amarillo. Zumo was acting crazy half of the day, steering us down roads that didn't exist, and failing to recognize roads that did exist. It ends up being because I left it on the Topo map instead of switching back to City Navigator. Sheesh!

We started the day with breakfast at La Quinta, a bagel and waffle, and it felt much more luxurious than it should have. After a long ride out of Plano on nice highways we had a day of great weather, amazing views, hills, oil pumps, bales of hay, wild sunflowers. It's hard to do justice to it all, I was feeling so good.

Awesome treats from Java Junkie in Henrietta, TX

Stopping in the middle of the day at a place called Java Junkie off highway 287, we had coconut pie & iced coffee, cookies, and browsed a nice furniture store that was attached to the cafe. Our mood was so much better than last two days.

As we arrived in Amarillo, we were both ecstatic, really feeling like we're on a journey, and arriving in our first truly touristy area, and our first time on Route 66. We go to the Keva hotel, which was recommended by someone at Jim's Pizza in some small town that started with Q. The Keva had a crazy 3-story cavernous interior with a pool, bronze statues of bears, and a bar on the first floor. Yes.

The bar was called The Western Horseman. Tequila shots were practically free whenever some football team scored, and it felt like Texas for sure, and we're just loving it here. Later we talked to Barbara at the snack bar and told her our story. It's great to finally meet some folks. We fell asleep drunk, happy, and completely drained.