Amarillo... by morning

We made it to Amarillo... thank God. It only took 8 1/2 hours. After yesterday's driving adventure (Shreveport, LA), today was not any more fun. Marge drove this morning, until we got out of Dallas and we stopped and ate at Raymond's BBQ. If ever in Decatur, Texas... beware... Raymond's looks like it's merely the last place on earth before Amarillo, but trust me. You absolutely don't want to eat there. I was missin some Mike & Ed's BBQ somethin fierce.

The drive through Dallas was fun... until the two random guys from Conneticuit flicked us off as they flew around us. After catching up, Marge threw up her hands as if to say "why did you flick us off" and zoomed around them. Well, then the guy in the passenger seat mooned us. It was a big hairy butt too -- so Wendy made a sign that said "Shave Your Crack!" and the response was "Want 2 Help". We just figured that they were Yanks and didn't know how to flirt with Alabamian hot girls. So, yeah. Then we got lost in Dallas. And ended up at the toll booth at DFW (Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport). U-turn. Stop, ask for directions. Get back on highway... end up at Raymond's BBQ... a hole in the wall dump that should have stayed in the wall.

Texas, by the way, is the flattest, greenest, most non-changing place I've ever driven through. We experienced much of the North-Northwest part of it this afternoon, and while, I have to say, seeing oil rigs for the first time (except for in The Rookie) was slightly more exciting than the cows... they got old after the 500th one. So did the Medicine Mounds, the flat roads, and the Texas Troopers (or are they called Rangers?) that liked to hang out on the small-town roads in between Dallas and Amarillo.

Amarillo, in case you were wondering, is not exactly as glamourous as George Strait proclaims it to be. It's much more like a hole. Everyone who we've seen has asked us why we are hear, accusingly... as if to say why would you spend time in this dump. The only shining light in this entire city was dinner. I'm not a big hamburger fan... my dad makes pretty good ones, but those are homemade. Anyway, this place, called Blue Sky Texas, had phenomenal hamburgers.

Anyway, so we're off tomorrow to Flagstaff, Arizona, driving through New Mexico to get there. Hopefully we'll make it in time for Marge and Wendy to actually see the Grand Canyon. Maybe tomorrow I'll get to update again.