RedScare!

Day two closes on us finding a sweet room in Amarillo. I had booked rooms the other day, and this one, while out of the way (not as far east as an identical hotel) is fantastic. Currently, Sean is giving Palo a ton of crap for being a cat and cleaning himself on the table while Sean tries to write. And at least Red has climbed out from under the box spring, where we couldn’t find her. It seemed like she had disappeared. RedScare, Amiright?

We drove through the Petrified Forest this morning, a winding bumpy road that leads from Rt. 180 to I-40, and set us up beautifully for the ride to Amarillo from Holbrook. Except Palo gets carsick. He tried to warn us too, becoming more active and noisy in the box before he threw up. Poor guy. I gave him some water and threw out the old clothes he was sleeping on, and he rebounded quite nicely.

Highlight of the day: Albuquerque’s anti-DWI logo looks something like a bat of sorts. Which lead to a long conversation about how bats could be used to prevent or arrest people driving under the influence. Suffice to say it was ridiculous and I laughed, very hard. Also, we couldn’t find any tacos in New Mexico. Really, NM? You dropped the ball.

Observations from the road:

1.       Rocks that used to be trees!

2.       A man walking down the side of I-40 dragging a cross over his shoulder.

3.       The cross had a wheel on it

4.       A man with a bike sitting on the ground in the shade of an overpass on the side of I-40

5.       Big Texan Steakhouse (again)

Song of the day: Semi-Charmed Life, Third Eye Blind

Tomorrow:  600ish miles to Houston, TX.