I know driving across country sounds romantic and fun.  It’s not.  It may be fun if you are 21, limber, and have a big bag of weed and a co-driver to ward off the boredom.  Otherwise, no.  Case in point:  New Mexico and Texas.  If you ever have trouble sleeping, take I-40 east of Albuqueque.  I had to put on “Today’s Pop Hits” to sing just to stay awake.  And I had a huge coffee.  And it was  morning!

Texas was more of the same except fewer rocks, more fields and silos (grain not missile).  Dixie and I stopped at a Love’s travel plaza to confirm it would be ironic.  I was, in my day hike boots, jeans, and turtleneck, the hottest girl in the place.  But you can’t expect much of the poor clientele when the air is scented with dung.  I peed and got gas.  Dixie barked at a lot of flannel while was told I was pretty on the plaza.  But Texas is the first state that had a man that talked to me.  Go Texas.  It can only get better as I continue to move east.

Our main attraction of the day was Cadillac Ranch.  Google it.  It is a fun art installation that is litered with spray paint cans.  When we got there, two different families with young kids were creating their car graffiti. I don’t think they were Banksy’s in training, but it looked like a fun holiday/family activity.  Better than drinking a Bud and beating the kids.  Dixie’s expression is classic “Get me the fuck out of Texas.”  And we did.  We made it to Oklahoma by dark.