9.14.2008

Day Six: Southtown girls won't blow you away, but you know that they'll stay

listening: the hold steady, "southtown girls"

Okay, so this is waaaaaaay overdue. I know this and you don't have to keep repeating yourself. I'm also making some changes to this thing. I'll be adding in photographs of my adventures in Atlanta, Charlotte and Washington, D.C., as well as Houston and Austin, when I return there. Mississippi photos and asinine commentary will, of course, still be housed at The Bleeding Heart Show.

So, when I left this blog, we were heading to Santa Fe and then to Amarillo.

We drove many miles into Santa Fe, New Mexico, marveling at how beautiful the landscape is, how the desert changes from grays and browns to pinks and blues as we went past the Painted Desert. Our sole purpose in Santa Fe was to go to the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum. The current exhibit was comparing and contrasting Ansel Adams and Miss O'Keeffe. Obviously, I could not take photos inside the museum, but I did find an error in the spelling of her name on one of the text panels.

After that we got lost trying to find our way around the pueblo architecture and thanks to AAA, found our way back the highway. Then it was on to the Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo:





























After we saw the Ranch at sunset, we decided to go with the gut and follow the billboards the Big Texan Steak Ranch. Yes, that's right, home of the 72 oz steak (sincerely, it's the size of a newborn baby) that's free if you can down it along with salad, shrimp cocktail, potato and bread in under an hour. Unfortunately for us, no one was up to the challenge while we were there, but both Judy and I had the most beautiful steaks. I rarely eat cow meat, but this was enough to make the memory to eat steak sometimes. MMMMMMMMMMSLURP.

After dinner, we tried to find a place to stay, but there was a cowboy conference in town or something, so we stayed in Canyon along with the smell of eleven million cows. It was by far the most interesting motel we'd been in the whole trip (no WWW this time, just a sweet Indian family) and we stayed up excitedly plotting our next move:

aim for home and drive 13 hours to Jackson?

OR

go to Austin and harass K$ and Max in less than eight hours?

Austin won.

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